Put Ya Hands UpHopsin

[Intro]
A'ight, this cool right here, you sure? Yeah
A'ight then, Hopsin
Ayy yo, drop that shit for me, fo' sho
Uh, cheah, yo

[Verse 1]
Hopsin, smooth cat, thought you knew that?
Move back, when these niggas come with the tools that *Gunshot*
Bruise backs if you ask, you might get (What?)
A few claps [?] gats, [?] (Right)
Start jumpin', this the shit that get your heart pumpin'
Women looking at me like they 'bout ready to start something
Ooh, it's enough, ease up in here
Ain't surprised if somebody tryna fuck ya here, I
Used to spit wack 'til a nigga came up (Came up)
When I come through, niggas get your game up (Game up)
Brothers is tired of hearing the same stuff
That's when Hopsin stepped in (Nigga, say what?)
I be on the block kickin' the rhymes
Sick with the lines, same spot where they committin' the crimes and
Same spot where they spittin' the nines
Same spot where the niggas love chicken, a'ight, let's go

[Chorus]
Get ready, 'cause the party's here
When you leave this motherfucker you gon' hardly hear
You don't like the way it's gettin', then I'm sorry, dear
Now put ya hands (Put ya hands, put ya hands, put ya hands up,) come on
Get ready, 'cause the party's here
When you leave this motherfucker you gon' hardly hear
You don't like the way it's gettin', then I'm sorry, dear
Now put ya hands (Put ya hands, put ya hands, put ya hands up)

[Verse 2]
Hopped outta school, 'cause all my teachers were sick of me (Man!)
I vandalized it just for my publicity (Haha)
[?] a big rap star's what I get to be
They even threw me up on the news, "Mama, look at me"
They all mad at me, askin' me where my sanity
Plannin' these strategy, tryna turn my life into tragedy (What?)
But it ain't happenin', I'ma let 'em keep babblin'
Don't let me get a deal, 'cause I guarantee you'll be mad again
I didn't turn out the way that I oughta be (Nope)
So fuck school, LAUSD, the result is me (Me)
Whenever something was wrong they'd blame it all on me (Me)
So I'm like: "Fuck work, I'd rather fall asleep"
"Pardon me, would you give the school an apology?"
Hell nah, you playin', right? Man, you gotta be
He doing that, it's like he tryna win the lottery
I do the shit again if ever the niggas bother me

[Chorus]
Get ready, 'cause the party's here
When you leave this motherfucker you gon' hardly hear
You don't like the way it's gettin', then I'm sorry, dear
Now put ya hands (Put ya hands, put ya hands, put ya hands up,) come on
Get ready, 'cause the party's here
When you leave this motherfucker you gon' hardly hear
You don't like the way it's gettin', then I'm sorry, dear
Now put ya hands (Put ya hands, put ya hands, put ya hands up)

[Post-Chorus]
We gon' party hard to the break of dawn, ladies
Drop low, brothers, wave your arms
You don't like the way it's gettin' then you better go home
But a party ain't a party if Hopsin on the microphone

[Verse 3]
True that, my cool raps is too fat
Produce tracks, that's too hot and fools act (What?)
Like they never really feelin' the flow
But I don't give a fuck, Hopsin is still on the row, I
Make 'em bounce and clap, went out and back
The house is packed, some niggas lookin' like they 'bout to scrap
But I ain't trippin', nope, cool when I spit the flow
'Cause most these niggas who be actin' hard really pitiful ([?])
I don't floss 'cause the things is stupid
I'm a MC, I don't need bling to prove it
Hopsin, hot shit, nigga, he's a exclusive
These other MCs is clueless (You know how it be)

[Chorus]
Get ready, 'cause the party's here
When you leave this motherfucker you gon' hardly hear
You don't like the way it's gettin', then I'm sorry, dear
Now put ya hands (Put ya hands, put ya hands, put ya hands up,) come on
Get ready, 'cause the party's here
When you leave this motherfucker you gon' hardly hear
You don't like the way it's gettin', then I'm sorry, dear
Now put ya hands (Put ya hands, put ya hands, put ya hands up)