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Hands up, what
Hands up, what
Hand-hands up, what
Hands up, get your hands up, what

[Jermaine Dupri]
This goes out to my ATL crew
put your hands up
If you feel it like I do
Do it all day, do it all night
You know how it goes [Uh, how it goes]
On and on and on and
You won't see me in it if the shoes ain't chromin'
Call me anywhere, globe phonin'
New home and, nigga, we zonin'
No stress [Nah], nuttin' less [Uh-uh]
Than the black American Express [Oh]
I'm a pimp, what the fuck y'all expect
Put your hands up, this is So-So Def

[TLC]
Rollin' to the club, stop to get my grub on
Nothin' like those Krispy Kremes
Soon as I was done it was time to get my groove on
Find a place that's happenin'
and I knew that it was on

From the moment that I walked into the spot
It was bangin', it was swingin', oh
Till somethin' turned me off
I wasn't sure, coulda swore I saw you with someone
And then much to my surprise, oh

You were right there with your hands up in the air
You had hoochies everywhere
All on you
It's like I almost didn't know you

Tryin' to shake that ass
Player, you don't even dance
'Sup wit' you
It's like I don't even know you

You were right there with your hands up in the air
You had hoochies everywhere
All on you
It's like I almost didn't know you

Tryin' to shake that ass
Player, you don't even dance
'Sup wit' you
It's like I don't even know you

Left you at the crib 'cause I know you get your game on
Happens every Tuesday night
You said that you was cool, your boys was comin' by-ac