Throw Your Hands Up 8Ball & MJG (Ft. OutKast)

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Bitch, I ain't got nothin' but time
So, I'mma get out on these cuts and grind
Keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine
My player ways, keep me with plenty dimes
See, I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth (Yeah)
When a nigga get through cooking up this O-Z (Yeah)
All night on the block 'til the sun rise (Yeah)
My only friend is a Glock, with the four-five
Four, five in the mornin', it don't stop
Daydreamin' 'bout flossin' a drop-top
(Woop!) Blue lights snap me back to reality (Ugh)
I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me
Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass
Searched a nigga and took about a three in cash
I guess, that's better, than gettin' locked up
Or gettin jammed, with that shit, I had rocked up, huh!

[Chorus: MJG & 8Ball]
Now, I heard, that the South is, where yo' folks from
Down in the bottoms, where they broke some
Whips cross a nigga back, way back
And now, they wonder, why we act, how we act
Gold teeth and heavy Chevys, and talkin' slow
Afros and loud ass Italian clothes
People barbecuein' in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!
If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up