Cry for absolution Put your hands up and reach for the sky You'll be down on your knees and you'll cry All those things that you desire You will find there in the fire Ever since you were born you've been dying Every day a little more you've been dying

"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta (Ladies say) Don't make 'em like me anymore So we in danger So at ease, little guy, we out-rank ya And when the G's come around just put your hands up Listen when I speak, Don't talk 'til I say so, Real G's work hard for

I'll be waiting for you when you're ready to love me again I'll put my hands up I know I left you speechless I'll be better to you I'll do everything different I'll be somebody different But we had time against us And miles between us The heavens cried

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

Everything but you 'Cause I'm anti-everything, but 'Cause I'm anti-everything, but I love you I'm fucking miserable 'til you walk into the room, yeah I talk a lot of shit, but swear you'll get used to it So put your hands up in the air If you hate songs

Cry for absolution Put your hands up and reach for the sky You'll be down on your knees and you'll cry All those things that you desire You will find there in the fire Ever since you were born you've been dying Every day a little more you've been dying

Can we go back, this is the moment So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us Like the ceiling can't hold us Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over And all my people say Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin' Tonight is the

Kiss and make, kiss, kiss and make up Kiss, kiss and make up Tired of hearing sorry I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I Touch me like you touch nobody Put your hands all up on me How about we leave this party? 'Cause all I want is you up on me Feel like we about

Just me and you and these empty cups Oh-oh-oh-oh Hands on your body like there is no one at the party Turn my television up so nobody can listen We're getting real, real close Can't let this moment go If you want it like I want it Let me take you to

(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