Throw 'em Up

歌詞

(feat. Beyonder) (Intro: old school samples) "Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..." "Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..." "If you came tonight, and you feel all gold Somebody say HOOOOOOOO! (HOOOOOOOOOO!) HOOOOOOOO! (HOOOOOOOOOO!) And you don't stop" (Esoteric) Yo, yo I stay loose like a, decayed tooth Call shots like Babe Ruth, sippin the Grey Goose The Je-sus of rap, you haters just mad Cause {*censored*} is on the map, to blaze up the track black My style, when I be rippin this Is like Shallow Hal before the hypnotist E-S, cats be sayin 'I hate you' Cause I spit shit that they can't relate to Like havin bangin girls date you; Wanna rape you, taste you, embrace you Havin dope beat makers wanna lace you Fans chase you, cats scared to face you Plus, I stay in the latest gear This Red Stripe, ain't Jamaican beer (Is that Prada?) No doubt, now you can find us Buyin out the bars like we're payin ghostwriters, now (Chorus) Young ladies throw your drinks up (throw 'em up) Make your waist and the bassline sync up To my thug cats with they arms inked up Throw 'em up what? Throw 'em up what? To my fly girls lookin pretty (yeah I see you) Throw your things up, rep y'all city (rep that) Everybody if y'all with me Throw 'em up WHAT, WHAT, WHAT? (Beyonder) We came with five chicks who say they models Sippin out the Belve' just like it was a 40 bottle Meet up with Jah-Sun, we just the freshest Pass your front line, fuck your guest list Who is this? Slide to the bar see Drinkin Bacardi, no need for Pepsi And when I'm sippin Grey, no need for Ocean Spray Flag it down in style with a glass of Hennessy That's for you darlin, let's go and sit a while When we sat down she told me that she liked my style Oh really now? This girl wasn't playin games Give out the brain and I didn't even catch her name (Yo that shit is ill) Beyonder always tell hoes To hop the orange line and take their broken ass to Telos (That's real) But yo it gets worse Cause I dipped out the club with her Burberry purse (Chorus: w/ ad libs) (Esoteric) Yo, I stay rap related, it's just my style though No matter where I be, intro to outro In an 80's club, listenin to Falco With a chick lookin like Gwynneth Paltrow While y'all girls eatin Alpo And tryin on the size 18 out though I'm so live, flow I pro-vide In N.Y., I keep it gully like low tide Shorty said I'm so mean Cause I'm 27, and she was 19 (What does that mean?) Yo that's just my reason I told her, you'll understand when you're older I'm a soldier (I'm goin with you Sea) No you can leave your playpen when I say when It's iron in the mentals, standin eight ten Goin straight to heaven I plan to make friends so (Chorus: w/ ad libs) (Outro) "Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..." "Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..." "Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..." "Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."