“Hands Up”
(So So Def Remix – 
featuring Jermaine Dupri)

(Appears on the “Hands Up” vinyl single)

This goes out to my ATL crew
Put your hands up if you feel it like I do
Do it all day do it all night
You know how it goes (uh)
I go on and on and on and
You won’t see me in it if the shoes ain’t chromin’
Call me anywhere
Globe phonin’ (Paris, Brazil)
New home in (Africa)
Nigga we zonin’
No stress (nah)
Nuttin’ less (uh uh)
Than the black American Express (ohhh)
I’m a pimp what the fuck y’all expect
Put your hands up this is So So Def

Rollin’ to the club
Stopped to get my grub on
Nothin’ like those Krispy Kremes
Soon as I was done
It was time to get my groove on
Find a place that’s happenin’
And I knew that it was on

From the moment that I walked into the spot
It was bangin’
It was swangin’ oh
Till somethin’ turned me off
I wasn’t sure 
Coulda swore I saw you with someone
And at much to my surprise (whoa)

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You were right there wit’ your hands up in the air
You had hoochies everywhere
All on you
It’s like I almost didn’t know you
Tryin’ to shake that ass
Playa you don’t even dance
Sup wit’ you
It’s like I don’t even know you

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We left you at the crib
Cause I know you get your game on
Happens every Tuesday night
You said that you was cool
Your boys was comin’ by 
(Go on baby have yourself a real good time)
So I knew I could be wrong

I was thinkin’ there’s no way it could be you
Not my baby
He ain’t crazy no
Then my girlfriends tipped me off
When I got closer I could tell that it was you
You was bangin’
You was swangin’ oh

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I stay fresh to def you know that
Pull up in the Benz valet hold that (yeah)
Not a scratch on my new chrome caps
Rembrandt for my teeth
Never chew gold caps (bling)
Stepped out never seen throw back
No team on the front no name on back (who dat)
Need a forehead chick
Got a big forehead
Charge four for a head
Use her just for head (haa)
I’m a young pimp move kinda flashy wit’ it (yeah)
Every girl walkin’ by tryin’ to pass me digits
Damn it’s a lot here and I just got here
The spot will be dead if the kid’s limo’s not here (aw)
I’m a stunna got heat for the summer (uh huh)
Hit a club got numbers 21 none younger (woo)
Slim no fronter playtime in the Hummer
TLC Remix you can rap all summer

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