Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (Make it real loud) Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on) (A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the

Do the way you do it Turn up the radio So what if we lose control So throw your hands in the air Come on and make this count It's only you and me, never mind this crowd Do it like nobody's around, whoa So put your hands in the air Come on and waste no

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta High like a jet like a jet blue jet Get on Patron, run grab by your phone To the rhythm I was born to be, born to climb To the brain Put them up! Hands up! Hands up! Put them up! Can’t hide from me, me say me boy I’m to be high

Shatter like glass Come apart in my hands Take as long as it takes, girl Put your head on my chest Let me help you forget When your heart needs to break Just break on me There'll be days your heart don't wanna beat

(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

Then you do the milkshake Put your hands in the air Come on boys! Do the ice cream freeze strike your pose Shake it, shake it down low Do the snow cone slide left to right And we can party all night

You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving Girl you drive me fifty shades of crazy You set a fire up and down my skin as your

These thunderclouds, oh, no These thunderclouds, oh, no, no Where'd the love go? When all is said and done Hey now, put your hands in the air I'ma go through your stuff You're sayin' those words like you hate me now (wo-oah) Our house is burning when

Let me get mine, you get yours Can you put your hands my waistline Want your skin up against mine Move my hips to the baseline Hang a please don't disturb sign Put my back into a slow grind Sending chills up and down my spine Gotta hit that spot just

This time, this time Things'll work out just fine We won't let you slip away We won't let you leave this way If you want you can will it You can have it I can put it right there in your hands I can feel the weight Feel the weight