[Ma$e]
Oooohhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky
And put `em up hiiigh. (2X)
Gimme reason why
C`mon!
If it`s your thing that ain`t workin then you improvise
Why...it`s me...you hate...that`s genocide
Everytime I`m in a vibe it`s me that they criticize
But everytime they in a ride it`s my song they memorize
The richer get richer the poorer get poorer
See I`m here to save the city like Sodom and Gomorrah
Got a order I`m awaitin from a 404, my aura`s not the Torah
Plus I`m jazzy like Norah
See my codi call me wodi, and don`t even know me
I been around the world man without a roadie
See I`m classic like a Audi
Save the game like a goalie
Got my Rollie, olie, so you can call me holy rollie
You don`t know what you`re in for, don`t do no endo
I`m not tintin` my windows
I`m not duckin` no bimbos
I`m saying `N-O` to the nymphos
You got something to say, then send your memo
[Chorus 2X]
Do you remember how it used to be
Back in `96 when I made ya move ya feet
The feelin`s back so get up out your seat
Let`s do it again and again and again
[Cardan]
Yea yea yea yea
Now it was this bounce, that opened up a Swiss account
If you get this, you guaranteed for this amount
Now can we pause for a minute, under the authentic
See I ain`t said a word and you`re already in it
See money is my linen, I get it as long as they print it
I tell ya that far, invest in Nascar
I leave the streets smokin` like brand new black tar
Girls...put stickeys everywhere my ass are
Silver horsey on the back, is this a fast car?
Yellow ice on Sunday, pink on a Monday
White ice, Six Flags, family on a fun day
Know much about a Hyundai, if you wanna come stay
We kick it, beat ticket, make on a one-way
Now what they gon` say? I don`t need it?
They don`t really tell the truth, man they life was defeated
They quite conceited
They rockin` all that ice that`s treated
I wrote a book about it, like to read it, huh, huh, huh, huh?
[Chorus 2X]
(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put `em high.) 2X
[Ma$e]
Uh uh
Engine in the back, no roof-top
Feet on gas, with no need for cash, oo oo oooh
Trunk in the front, I make a million in a month like pumps in the bumps
You know Mason be that very fellow that bring canary yellow
Hand, so heavy, that it`s hard to say hello
I`m somethin` you got to have like strawberry Jell-o
Same jewellery in the hood cause I ain`t scared of the ghetto
You know it
[Chrorus 2X]
(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put `em high.) 2X
