Throw Your Hands Up - Eightball & MJG

featuring OutKast 

[Eightball] 
Bitch  I ain't got nothing but time  so I'ma get out on these cuts 
and grind  keep my mind on cloud twenty nine 
my player ways keep me with plenty dimes  
see I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth  
when a nigga get through cooking up  this O Z  
all night on the block til the sun rise  
my only friend is a glock with the 4 5 
Four five in the mornin it don't stop, 
day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop) 
blue lights snap me back to reality 
I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me 
Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass, 
search tha nigga and took about a three in cash, 
I guess that's better than gettin locked up, 
or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh! 

Chorus: 
Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from, 
down in the bottoms where they broke some, 
whips cross a nigga back, way back, 
and now they wonder why we act, how we act, 
gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow, 
afros & loud ass Italian clothes, 
People bar-be-quein in the front yard 
Money from the first of the month card! 

[Eightball] 
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, 
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up, 
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, 
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up! 

[MJG] 
I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit, 
so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite 
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee 
Nigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees 
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, drop top 
naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch 
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone 
So hit me and I'ma keep