Hands Up (Grant Mohrman 'Outta Control' Remix)

Lyrics

Let’s go…
Yo...takin' the game back, point blank, aim gats
We both ***** from the same ***** sack
Laugh with no pain, never go glitzy

Pop thug, my necklace dangle my M-60 (Uh!)
Outta control now, half of the globe
Raps and wreaks of wackness, cover your nose
So take your weeks of practice

Back, you freakin' flow in a geeky accent, "Callin' all freaks!"
That's what you get, get got it? Good
Yo Cheap, we got a smash hit, knock on wood
That's it, put your hands up (Uh!) They can't stand us

Dig a big pit the size of the Grand Canyon
Push 'em over the cliff, you nutty as squirrel ****
Thinkin' you're so sick, but I carry the cure, *****
Lots of sleep, plenty of pills and blow

Now who want it with the S.O.B.? Let's go!
Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Uhhh...")
Ya like it, say ("Yeahh...")
Ya love it, say ("Come on")

So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh!")
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Uhhh...")
Ya like it, say ("Yeahh...")

Ya love it, say ("Come on")
So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh!")
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
Yo...wakin' up early, goin' to work is a joke

So deep, with no sleep, it hurts when you're dope
So I, picked up a pen and squirt a couple of quotes
While I dream and hurdle over your hoax
Blowin' steam like, it's all murder, incite the right words to

Fight, I might serve ya mic, and vice-versa
Spillin' my ink on a piece of paper
Slowly I sink, I think I'm a freak of nature
So I, step it up now, outta control, about to explode

I'm in the house, countin' my dough
Bounce and I roll, pick up a half ounce of the ***, psyche
You don't even smoke punk, you're stuck in the strobelight
Back to the beginning, with scar tissue and celibate thoughts

I'm in the dark with artificial intelligence
Never before seen, it's the untold legacy
Rippin' it, tearin' the mics up, stash the weaponry
Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Uh")

Ya like it, say ("Yeah!")
Ya love it, say ("Come on")
So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh!.")
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!

Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say ("UH")
Ya like it, say ("Yeah!")
Ya love it, say ("Come on")
So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Oh!")

Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
Let’s go Hands up
Yo...I still fade 'em, rep L.A
West up 'till death, but I'm a New York native

818 rock outta control, we so fresh, you know
No one except us, runs the west coast
You're best to, mind your biz and stay useless
I'ma take a swing at your brain and Babe Ruth it

Ruthless gangsta, definition of sick
Is Ryu and Tak together, we the weapon and clip
Yo...pop it and cork it, a wild horse
I like the way it flows, mix a little with Style Warz

Cabernet and Merlot, I'm sayin' it's got me, swingin' fo' sho
Speakin'...language in prose so my name make it known
It's like...makin' a record, you gotta chase it or catch it
I keep spittin' this image with no escapin' the method

While I'm sittin' on the wall in between two women
And I can't even decide, I'm in the pool swimmin' like…
Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Uh")
Ya like it, say ("Yeah!")

Ya love it, say ("Come on")
So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh")
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say ("Oooh")

Ya like it, say ("Yeah")
Ya love it, say ("Come On")
So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh")
Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!

Cheapshots always outta control, uh!
Vin Skully, gettin' outta control
You know my man double-O gettin' outta control
Ya know Spytech Records always outta control, uh!

And that's it...