POTLUCK - Hands Up lyrics
rate meFt. Murs & Mistah F.A.B.
Put your hands up
You wanna put me in a box, with a label on top
And tell me that I ain't hip hop
Hands up
They gonna try to take my sound and shut it down
Every time I step out of bounds
Put your hands up
You wanna put me in a box, with a label on top
And tell me that I ain't hip hop
Hands up
They gonna try to take my sound and shut it down
Every time I step out of bounds
Rocked every state, every town, every block
We've been to every club and every hood collected props
And when we're in the city you best believe we make it pop
We get a map of that country breaking at the dots
Cause everything isn't always what you think it is
Fucking hip hop police straight ridiculous
They so scared of change, want us to sound the same
But me I keep it fresh, so you best get on the train
We going non stop, rolling till the beat drop
We take a dive bar, turn it to a hot spot
I'm a little different, but that should be ok
We can sign a box to say what I wanna say
The main stream says we're too underground, the underground says we're too main stream now we get to run around
So it's just us, no matter what, see Potluck at the show and the crowd goes nuts
Rush to front of the stage to get a better view
Catch dj we can ripping up the ones and twos
But we're still not real hip hop
Must be cause we're talkin' bout smoking pot
But Humbolt where im from and I never go switch
It's like telling too short to stop saying the word bitch
blood sweat and tears, 12 years in the game, still give me no respect so they say
Put your hands up
You wanna put me in a box, with a label on top
And tell me that I ain't hip hop
Hands up
They gonna try to take my sound and shut it down
Every time I step out of bounds
Put your hands up
They say Murs is a juggalo, damn right,
And every chance I get, you can catch me at the fucking show
In the pit, throwing that sticky shit
I got mad clown love for that wicked shit
What? I'm supposed to front to protect my street cred
So I can get love from the jocks and the meat heads?
Fuck out of here with that bullshit
I'm always be a nerd man, fuck the cool kids
I grew up on comic books and G Funk
You doing what you can, we doing what we want
Murs and Potluck I'm knowing they all struck
The last show got the whole world on our nuts
So why would I care what the fuck you think?
I got dreads of faygo yeah they fuckin stink
Rock them on a act of fool,
Now, where should I put this hatchet at?
Put your hands up
You wanna put me in a box, with a label on top
And tell me that I ain't hip hop
Hands up
They gonna try to take my sound and shut it down
Every time I step out of bounds
Put your hands up
They say I'm not hip hop because i flip flop
And I did ghost rider and they say its pop
And I'm street block because i don't flip rocks
and i don't hit pot
and i don't sip scotch
they say I'm not a b-boy because i don't break dance
well come to my shows, and i have great fans
and your shows straight canned, there's only like 8 hands
you don't free shows where i made 8 grand
Wonder wonder why you hate man,
Cause I do everything that you cant man
and lyrically your fearing me considering that i can rap
any style any track and i brought my state back
... Back. Pack. Rap. Cats
and dj's scratch records .. Strictly off the record
i guess that's why you critics don't respect it
Put your hands up
You wanna put me in a box, with a label on top
And tell me that I ain't hip hop
Hands up
They gonna try to take my sound and shut it down
Every time I step out of bounds
Put your hands up
You wanna put me in a box, with a label on top
And tell me that I ain't hip hop
Hands up
They gonna try to take my sound and shut it down
Every time I step out of bounds
Put your hands up.<br />
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Thanks to Andrei
Thanks to Ryan for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to anon for correcting these lyrics
