Off the Wall

[Intro: Skillz, Doug E. Fresh sample]
Crowd around, everybody
And everybody crowd around while I count it off
One, two, three, party people, check this out

Woo, oh, uh, uh, oh
Ha, we at it again, uh-huh
Yeah, we at it again
We at it again
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Skillz]
Well, it's the flow flow, straight from the V, yo
And guess who I got bangin' on the beats, though
(Who that is?) Ask a friend, Timbaland
It's the VA kid, Skillz, and he at it again
And I spit for the old cats, dudes in the throwbacks
Chicks with they new weaves, dimes with they old tracks
Playas with they gators and that pimp game notion
OG's, khakis, three-wheel motion
Tuck the brim and I don't spit for girls
I'm like the wind, if I don't move, it's something wrong with the world
And by now, I'm looking for an outlet
I see you, mami, chillin' in your littlе outfit
I'm tryna find something suitable, something bеautiful
Something to have me like "Woo-hoo!"
So if you in here, let's make this clear
I'm tryna see your hands up in the atmosphere, yeah

[Chorus: Skillz]
Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again

[Verse 2: Skillz]
Yo, I rep hard like B.I.G
And since Jordan got bum knees, kids wanna be like me
I'm in Dream, sitting with a dime in VIP
You in line dreaming about getting in VIP
See, we different, playboy, compare me to none
You in your hard bottoms, son, I'm in my Air Force Ones
It's like mics, once I rip 'em then I'm done
It's too many broads in here, you better get you one
Ain't it funny what I said jumped over your head
My words walk, dog, it's like my words got legs
And I don't talk with ya, I bring the thing to your head
Smash spleens, leave a little gasoline in your bed
Break an arm, break a leg, we don't break instead
Y'all tryna break us but we too busy breaking this bread
And we taking it there, we don't make nothing soft
Wherever we go it's for sure we get the jumpoff jumped off

[Chorus: Skillz]
Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again

[Verse 3: Skillz]
Yeah, see, it's war time, the kid done came up
Man, I got too many methods, it's time to bring the pain up
And punks jump up and try to put them thangs up
And get lunched with the punch, all Sugar Shane'd up
See how them mouths go down when my name's up
Since I came in the game I've been pulling them reins up
You high-strung, you look like Wayne, you young buck
Get a mouth on your medallion 'cause your little chains suck
And we back with the heat in the flow
Got your boy Timbaland beatin' down the door
Dawg, we don't slip and that ish be for sure
And as far as this paper, I'ma get it and I'ma go
We the bomb, player, y'all just song-sharers
Thugs at night, daytime thong wearers
Put something in the air, middle fingers or hands
"Off the Wall" brought to you by Skillz and Timbaland, oh

[Chorus: Skillz]
Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again, oh