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{We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!} {It be like da, da, da-da-da, da} {This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg.. c`mon, c`mon, come} {What you say?} Mr. Smith {Nigga, what you say?} I said my name is Mr. Smith {Yo, I want you to state the business} {You know what I want y`all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh
[Chorus] {I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air} {I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes {I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars} {But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES} {I know your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes {I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch} {But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c`mon, c`mon} {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
[LL Cool J] Papi way too pimply to live this fast life simply Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy Evidently, the pesos made `em resent me Cause I clown on `em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty I pimp Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingo You might mingle with more stars than Ringo on the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with singles But I`m a mandingo I make your guts tingle `til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle Get paid off the single, let them dollars co-mingle Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome, navy Gray interior you feel inferior, it`s crazy It`s over baby your vision`s hazy they plantin daisies You tried to play me but couldn`t fade me that`s why they pay me
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[LL Cool J] Since I dropped "I`m Bad" I`ve been in Jags with nickle bags Hoes I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad One I had flew her Benz in from Baghdad with personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada bags I refused to stab, now she cryin in the rehab Wishin while reminiscin about all the sessions we had You knew all the positions to keep me on a mission Put the Playstation 2 in your Limited Expedition You`re the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick Sharin my oochie spendin my chips like I`m up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6 I ain`t faded by them hips I split, just like Xzibit from Tha Liks (X) I got major bread to break Recipes for cake, keys to V`s and estates, I`m straight
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[LL Cool J] Ride.. aww yeah, that`s crazy E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry Violators, "Rock the Bells" T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin this {Violator, Violator 2, 2, we out - freeze!}
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