Hands Up Video (MV)

Damn
This that
This that type of song that just make you wanna ride around the city at midnight and shit
Make you just wanna be alone with your thoughts
And I ain't talkin' bout no bitches
Just me, myself, and I
C'mon
I just left the pad, 'bouta go hit the bank (go hit the bank)
F*ck a cab, bitch I got a full a tank (full tank)
Rolling up some sweet California dank (uh)
Born and raised in LA, what the f*ck you thank
Ima west side spitta, tryna rack big figgas
Straight go getta, CEO like Jigga
If you ain't wit us, you get cut like scissors
I don't f*ck wit trash, no I don't like litter
I be litter than that hood spot motel (motel)
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Up close and personal like I'm at your doorbell (yeah)
Team wit me like my name was Odell, oh well
So pale when they see me cruising through the city
Windows down when I'm blowing on the sticky
Like I was a chimney in LA, not Mississippi (westside)
This that west side shit where we stack big cheese, yeah
Hands up, we gon do it for the west side
Turn that boom box up by yo bed side
No this shit never stop, f*ck a red light
Blowing smoke in the air til the next night, uh
Hands up, we gon do it for the west side
Turn that boom box up by yo bed side
No this shit never stop, f*ck a red light
Blowing smoke in the air til the next night, uh
Riding through my city and it feel so nice
Couple G's in my pocket and I'm rocking some ice
I ain't lucky, I just tend to roll the dice (roll the dice)
Couple times, I done went and paid the price
I know what it feels like to be at the bottom
City of LA start to feel like it's Gotham
Gotta get up off ya ass, let them thoughts blossom
Into a bigger picture so big can't be forgotten
Like the memory of Eazy and the memory of Pac
Real Muthaphukkin G's the ones that Run The Block
Run The Streetz, Money Trees got us running out the clock
Boyz N the Hood really got this shit on lock
California Love, got it running through my veins
Thug Life til I die, always loyal to the game
Riding down the 110, swerving switching lanes
And you Can't C Me through Versace frames bitch, uh
Hands up, we gon do it for the west side
Turn that boom box up by yo bed side
No this shit never stop, f*ck a red light
Blowing smoke in the air til the next night, uh
Hands up, we gon do it for the west side
Turn that boom box up by yo bed side
No this shit never stop, f*ck a red light
Blowing smoke in the air til the next night, uh
Hands up if you smoking that good, yeah
Hands up if you come from the hood, yeah
Hands up just have them hands up
Like you The Real Slim Shady baby, please stand up (please stand up)
And get it crackin' for the city of them angels
Where we use our strength to push through what's painful
Like the legend that we lost that used to play at Staples
We gon' make it through, we gon' flip the tables
We able to do this cause we strong minded
Courage of LA, it ain't hard to find it
The west coast the best coast, we can't be divided
F*ck what you saying if you can't get behind it
I be grinding, hold it down for the left side (uh)
Dubs up, couple blunts get my head right (yeah)
Peter Kings baby, no this ain't no rare sight (nah)
Much love coming at you from the west side
Hands up, we gon do it for the west side
Turn that boom box up by yo bed side
No this shit never stop, f*ck a red light
Blowing smoke in the air til the next night, uh
Hands up, we gon do it for the west side
Turn that boom box up by yo bed side
No this shit never stop, f*ck a red light
Blowing smoke in the air til the next night, uh
Hands up, we gon do it for the west side
Turn that boom box up by yo bed side
No this shit never stop, f*ck a red light
Blowing smoke in the air til the next night, uh
Hands up, we gon do it for the west side
Turn that boom box up by yo bed side
No this shit never stop, f*ck a red light
Blowing smoke in the air til the next night, uh
Hands up everybody
Hands up if you really out here doing this shit
Hands up if you doing what you supposed to do and taking care of business
I really do this shit