Lil' Rob

Lil' Rob - Stick Up

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Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up (Lil' Rob)

Put your hands up (Put 'em up)

Keep your hands up (Get 'em up)

Don't you put 'em down, keep 'em up

Like a stick up (That's right)

Put your hands where I could see 'em

We make it bump in the club

I turn it up and start fucking it up

That's what's up

Put your hands up (Put 'em up)

Keep your hands up (Keep 'em up)

Don't you put 'em down, keep 'em up

Like a stick up (That's right)

Put your hands where I could see 'em

We make it bump in the club

And I can keep the party poppin' like a .38 snub

Hey

Someone said, "Hey, Lil' Rob, bust a joint for the club"

How 'bout I

Just hit this joint and just start fuckin' it up (Fuckin' it up)

And what

Ever comes from that, comes from that, que no

I won't stop til what I drop makes

Platinum dough (Yeah)

I got a platinum flow that you should already know

While the rhymes remind me of a comedy show

And we giggle and chuckle

Then start laughin' out loud

I'm the man with the mic

That could rock the crowd (That's right)

Tomorrow's tomorrow, worry about it then

Take a hit of this, and never worry again (This)

From the highs up the mountains to the valley lows

From the rich suburbs to the barrio (To the barrio)

We likes to party so hard, you already know (You already know)

Should've been passed out about an hour ago

But I'm

Still goin' strong, and I got it goin' on, and

Probably won't stop til early

Tomorrow mornin'

Spittin' dope like cocaine, straight into your vein

Pour a dose, a little bit too much

Dope for your brain

Insane (Insane)

I kept it fuckin' loc, que no

I'm for reals, no one's playin', I ain't joking, holmes

The beats are bumpin' and I'm drinkin' somethin' (Yeah)

A lot of alcohol consumption

And I'm buzzin', still puffin' (Still puffin')

And I'll keep going til I'm no longer knowin'

Who I am and I could no longer function (Fuck it)

Tomorrow's tomorrow, worry about it then

Or we can do this tomorrow and never worry again (Yeah)

From the highs up the mountains to the valley lows

From the east coast back

To the Cali coast (That's right)

Put your, manos pa' arriba

High in the sky (High in the sky)

Reach for the cows, don't put 'em down, homie, don't even try

Let 'em fly (Let 'em fly)

Let's get it bumpin' (Bumpin')

Let's keep it jumpin' (Jumpin')

Let's fuck up somethin' (Fuck up somethin')

I might say, "This beat is off the chain, " let's motherfuck a bump (Yeah)

You might say the same, or you might say, "This motherfucker's crunk"

Either way, get up and get a move on

Get ya groove on

Put ya party shoes on, put your hands up to my new song

It's been a little too long

Bionik, turn the juice on (Yeah)

I been in the dark

When somebody turn the luz on (Turn the light on)

Let's keep it live all the way (Way)

Until they call

The juras, and the cops are on their way (Way)

Until my DJ gots nothin' else to play (Play)

Until Lil' Rob has nothin' else to say (Say)

But I'm a keep it

Goin' til I see the break of day (Yeah)

That's just

How I do it, see the sun and then I break (And then I break)

Yeah

Now keep ya hands up

Now put ya hands up

Like it's a stick up

Bionik on the beat, man

Makin' that fucking shit bump

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