a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay [Kanye West] Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up Talk to the, talk to the hand You talking
your hands on my body Lay it on me, Lay it on me, now Lay it on me... [Kelly Rowland] I don't wanna end like wait up, Cause i'mma enjoy the ride And I know when you show up
away I love my baby, I love my baby Can you hear me? Well, it's a new hit for the radio So ready Just another jam for the dance floor Throw ya hands up
And if you with me put your hands high (Put your hands high) If you ever lost a life before, this one's for you (And if you with me put your hands high
on your soul and put whips up on your back They be lyin' through they teeth, hope you slip up off your path I don't switch up, I just laugh, put my
minute, there's somethin' you must know I'ma blow it out but in the morning you must go 'Cause as bad as you are, as fine as you are I can't make you my girl So take my hand
Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down My heart, it pounds Yeah, you got me With my hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up Now
Dennis) I remember what you said when you said it to me last night We was talkin and you reassured me everything's fine When I woke up this morning to
you to stutter I don't want a commitment and I don't want you to suffer I don't want your number, baby, I want you to wonder I want you to come up looking
Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up
enough Wanna taste it in the morning when I'm wakin' up Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up Got your arms around my neck so I can't get up
disco tech Woo hah, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect Woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymez, up in
's light green and my Jordan's light gray And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go I said I woke up this morning, headache this
and throw my hands up high and live my life and live my life just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high Silly little vixen, mixes ?til morning
morning, but a tear I couldn't find You showed me how I am supposed to live And now you showed me how to die I was lost 'til Sunday morning, I woke up
know I was kinda go When you bring a chick up in the limousine Seeing things she's never seen And you walk up in the club, straight holding her hand,
was acreamin' for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew her lovin' was def She didn't waste time to ask Word Up the next mornin' feelin
