We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight! It be like This that real shit dog, real shit dog, see man, see man, come What you say? mr. smith Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith Yo, I want you to state the business You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do your thing
[Chorus] I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where? Put your hands in the motherfucking air I know you like hoes yes I know you got cars yes I know you spit bars} yes I know you like stars But put your hands in the motherfucking air, you hear me? Put your hands in the motherfucking air, ladies I know your nails done yes I know your hair done yes I know your toes done yes I know you look good, bitch But put your hands in the motherfucking air, right Put your hands in the motherfucking air, see man, see man Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
[LL Cool J] Papi way too pimply to live this fast life simply Please squeeze at them twin armored bentleys, I love envy Evidently, the pesos made 'em resent me Cause I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty I pimp benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingo You might mingle with more stars than ringo On the beach in santo domingo lighting trees with singles But I'm a mandingo I make your guts tingle Till your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like pringles Ball like the bengals, spread love like kris kringle Get paid off the single, let them dollars co-mingle Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome, navy Gray interior you feel inferior, it's crazy It's over baby your vision's hazy they plantin daisies You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me
[LL Cool J] Since I dropped "I'm bad" I've been in jags with nickle bags Hoes I had give better blows than felix trinidad One I had flew her benz in from baghdad With personalized tags, chrome mags and prada bags I refused to stab, now she crying in the rehab Wishing while reminiscing about all the sessions we had You knew all the positions to keep me on a mission Put the playstation 2 in your limited expedition You're the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick Sharing my oochie spending my chips Like I'm up in the bricks politickin for new flicks On the freaknik tip, grabbing your phattie on the 6 I ain't faded by them hips I split, just like xzibit from tha liks (x) I got major bread to break Recipes for cake, keys to v's and estates, I'm straight
[LL Cool J] Ride, yeah, that's crazy E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry Violators, "rock the bells" T rhone, get money, markee, we doing this Violator, violator 2, 2, we out, freeze!