[Intro: Sample]
Here we go with the hands up boogie
Right arm starts
[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Midnight Marauders, motherfucking madman
Let the madness begin, I'm tapping your chin
Box your grill, smoke on some pot and chill
Then pop a pill, shorty wop, [?] and drill
Sean is a beast, you can shave the hair off my feet
Concreate flow, duke I spit nothing but street
Ladies Love Cool James but they hate Sean P
Ike Turner impersonation have 'em thinking I need
Shit, back to the rhyme again
Drug trafficking, black Africans drinking Heineken
Shaka Zula, pop a rocket through your Fubu
Who do you, think you are par? You're rap's doo-doo, I'll shoot you
I'm not like these rappers, flashing their pants, dance steps
Fuck a rapper
Ruck is after the gold then after the platinum
Beef after that Hurricane Starang pack the gat son
One!
[Sample]
Six, seven, eight
Hands up, hands up
Hands up, hold
Again
Here we go with the hands up boogie
Right arm starts
[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Midnight Marauders, motherfucking madman
Let the madness begin, I'm tapping your chin
Box your grill, smoke on some pot and chill
Then pop a pill, shorty wop, [?] and drill
Sean is a beast, you can shave the hair off my feet
Concreate flow, duke I spit nothing but street
Ladies Love Cool James but they hate Sean P
Ike Turner impersonation have 'em thinking I need
Shit, back to the rhyme again
Drug trafficking, black Africans drinking Heineken
Shaka Zula, pop a rocket through your Fubu
Who do you, think you are par? You're rap's doo-doo, I'll shoot you
I'm not like these rappers, flashing their pants, dance steps
Fuck a rapper
Ruck is after the gold then after the platinum
Beef after that Hurricane Starang pack the gat son
One!
[Sample]
Six, seven, eight
Hands up, hands up
Hands up, hold
Again
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