Put Ya Hands Up - Specifics

What a day

Covered in a dame on another sons arm bone

To leg Looked great

Hey, look, yo, why she got a date when I first

Scoped her, Gold can’t catch a break

Even pro sculptors couldn’t get her frame

Right Plus the way light played off her dress

Baby extra tight

She don’t know it, rollin with professors like

GQ, And really need a dude who spike EQs

I’m silent but my eyes said «me, you», smiling

At a motherfuckers wife, be true

So i loved and lost And it’s just 1 o’clock

Waiting for the bus to cross I puff dutchie

Jaywalked

Yeah im a crazy fuck and half expect the cops to

Bum rush me

I gotta pick up something, Insider’s brother

Done asked me to run to the liqs, for the

Young clique

We used to play tricks with pink dot, say the

Six pack’s for my pops to drink, bottles of

Twinklin' champagne swing through the aisle

Seek slowly, oh, cheap pony keg O’keefe’s

Same place I was caught With a phony I.D.,

Way back Like before he was nineteen

And ho, please, they just tryna buy

Kokanees and get live, now that I’m of age I

Provide aid

Oh, if you a sinner

Yeah, broken the law

Whoa, get them hands up

Oh, You bustin out

Yeah, ain’t going back

Nope, make that ass move

Grabbed what i needed to get, and now i jet

Before I’m mad tempted to reach for the

Moet’s

Settle up

They looking at me funny Cuz I bought a

Twenty pack of Wildcats And 12 coolers

With metal money

Who you think the fool is — I’m only stealin

Two fifty off top, ain’t even paying for my fuel

Kid

Complete the drop got a beep readin meet us

At the weed spot yo It’s Red Team and Ricky

But I ain’t tryin see my whole week shot

Head feeling heavy, rather get sex out of

Wedlock

Bet later i’ll regret not payin for some beverages

Liqs in the west close at seven it’s

Six, ain’t it

Hot day it was, gravitated under gray summer

Skies to the summons place as tradition

States

It was Mac’s Milk once Up the hill son It’s

Super fuckin ill that they replaced it

Some real young biddies at the ice cream

Shop, and it’s prolly not legal but i’d hit it

Tonight she’s saucin', looks like it might be a

Hype evening, in the long sunlight season

On the streetside, waiting for my Red Team

Schemes like weighin each scene within my

Head

See I needa work but my creed is assert if you

Gonna regret it hen don’t do it, if it

Ain’t wrong, get to it

Oh, if you a sinner

Yeah, broken the law

Whoa, get them hands up

Oh, You bustin out

Yeah, ain’t going back

Nope, make that ass move