"Getcha Handz Up" as written by and Grant William Nicholas Rene Francisco Sotomayor....
Throw ya hands up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!

From my days of Juvenile! Raised in church but lived thug style!
Back in the days in the hood gettin buck wild!
Runnin with felons dat be servin kids the O.G.'s and real pimps spittin game to ladies!
Drop Mercedes! Make em go crazy! Mommies trippin out screamin "Hey Pappy!"
Talkin fast to the chickens while we pimpin and dippin, throwin up signs and set trippin!
Livin lavida loca, like Ricky! Mom's trippin cuz my neck's full of hickies!
Breath smellin like whiskey! BUSTED! Plus I'm saggin in a T and some dickies!
Just like Whitney, I'm tryin to blow up! But wanna do it while I'm young
Like Britney! Ride to the death of me! Like K.R.S. this was my philosophy!
But not no more.

Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!

Thug got me flashin on all rival! Hennessey had me trippin feelin suicidal!
Full of all the hurt and pain and the misery! Mad at the world for all the
Things that it did to me! California just make a playa wanna ride!
Throw up dub, be a thug, holla "Westside!" Till I die, young G from the projects,
Stealin watches (why?) to impress all my roges in the notches, so live like
Cautious, cuz now-a-days the streets is filled with armed killas and narcotics!
Just cant stop this (what?) type of sound! Make ya groove! Throw ya handz up!
Move all around just bounce to the rhythm! Nod ya head like a pigeon, to the state beat
That hittin from Britain, The UK, LA to all my dawgs locked down in the prison!

Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!

Something for tha pretty ladies and tha thugs too, in that East, Westcoast and tha South too, we all bout it Ma,
And like cube show me love in tha club, wit a mobster kiss on both cheeks and thug hugs, throw ya hands up,
Wave 'em side to side, Ladies, Ridas, made men tonight, we gonna party like its 2999, no crime,
Just California beaches under sunshine, plus one time ain't trippin' on me or my girl laced wit tha rocks and Versace,
Black boots and mosquino, Mexican, half black, Philippino, it's all good,
Now bounce like a check that ain't got not funds and party like you just won half a million.
Oh what a feeling, now everybody in tha house get ya hands to the ceiling.

Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah


Lyrics submitted by lilreader

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