Tonight, tonight, tonight Joy to the city I go to the parties Throw my hands in the air I drink what they pour me The cups of who cares Go up in the night sky Up in the clouds Fly over the houses

Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air Wave your hands side to side Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air (Spinnin') Spinnin' while my hands up Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack you in the

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

Come on down to the city of L.A Where we, we ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby We ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air Come on lets And you

Like I like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all Hands up in the air And I'mma hit this drink up like it's my last I'mma I'mma hit this night up like it's my last Swear I'mma, swear I'mma do it like I'mma I'mma hit this ass up like its my

Yeah yeah and it's okay I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way Yeah yeah and I'm alright I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight I took a sip of something poison, a sip of something poison Sometimes life it takes you by 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

Put your hands up in the air Shinin', grindin' on the shine Flip it all the time When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin' Cash Money flippin', shit them every time When we grindin' 'cause we gettin', flippin' the change range And doin' different thangs,

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her