Now throw your hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Welcome to the good life 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

O deserts down below us And storms up above Like a stray dog gone defective Like a paper tiger in the sun Just like a paper tiger Torn apart by idle hands Through the helter skelter morning Fix yourself while you still can No more ashes to ashes

That's what breaking hearts do They cause you so much pain Make you go insane Feel like your hands are tied Bound up, strapped down, busted inside Don't have the will to find your way And you don't think you can take it even one more day You try and try

Watch out fi dis Watch out fi dis, a di maddest lyrics Mash up di place put your hands up fi dis Yo mi nah miss numba one pon di list Di gal dem a twist waist line can't resist Mash up di place, bumaye Ey, watch out fi dis Sound tun up inna di place so

Representing all the women, salute, salute Attention (salute) Ladies all across the world Listen up, we're looking for recruits If you with me, lemme see your hands Stand up and salute Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots

Keep me satisfied I need somebody, body Their hands on my body, body You could be that somebody, body My imagination's wandering and running wild Can you hear that? My heart is racing, you keep up the pace Then I might let you stay the night Hear me

I'm so starstruck Baby, 'cause you blow my heart up (I'm so starstruck) Groove, slam, work it back Filter that Baby, bump that track Baby, 'cause you blow my heart up Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader Run it back with original flavor Baby,

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West Coast) It's somethin' in the water (Something

With hands held high Into a sky so blue The ocean opens up To swallow you. Stuttering and mumbling For nightly news to replay And the rest of the world Watching at the end of the day Like what did he say?