Put Your Hands Up

[Ms. Sancha]
We shootin' up the club, this a stick up
All you haters put your hands up, put your hands up
We shootin' up the club, this a stick up
Fake Gs put your hands up, put your hands up

I step into the club with the gangsta lean
Heels high, dress short, I can feel the breeze
Ain't no place I can hide the heat
Ain't no place I could stash the trees
But that's ok, Sancha got a cold team
LPG so deep that it might seem
Like we got the whole Southside on lock
We roll with the whole block
I move to the bar, pushin' up to the front
'Cause a hard-ass shot is what I want
I'll take tequila, foo, gimme Patron
Tell the homie Capone start breakin' his own
'Cause we 'bout to crack off some gangsta shit
Have security throwin' a fit
Got the whole damn club hot, all up in smoke
They kick us out so we shoot 'em up, all she wrote

I stay rollin' in my low-low, smoking' hydro, 'cause you know I stay gangsta'd up
I keep it Southside SD I'm a OG so you know I stay gangsta'd up
Another gangsta boogie
Fool get your walk on
Another gangsta boogie
Real Gs don't dance
Another gangsta boogie
Get your two-step on
Another gangsta boogie
Real Gs don't dance

[Royal T]
Make it bounce, baby, do your thing
You down to represent that Low Pro gang
You a gangsta bitch, and baby I fucking love it
Got you doing hollas and you think nothing of it
We walk up in the club 25 deep
Heavy talkin' to the bitches that we love to meet
Girl, I love your look and I love your style
Bend over, bitch, do it doggystyle
I hold on your hair, that's what gangstas do
I shoot it in your face 'cause you love it, boo
Heavy deepthroat suckin' until I'm through
Then I go back in, I ain't finished with you
Come on, you a nasty little freak
Bang you in my house 7 days a week
3 or 4 times a day
It's your daddy Royal T
Girl you know I don't play, come on

[Ms. Sancha]
I stay rollin' in my low-low, smoking' hydro, 'cause you know I stay gangsta'd up
I keep it Southside SD I'm a OG so you know I stay gangsta'd up
Another gangsta boogie
Fool get your walk on
Another gangsta boogie
Real Gs don't dance
Another gangsta boogie
Get your two-step on
Another gangsta boogie
Real Gs don't dance

We shootin' up the club, this a stick up
All you haters put your hands up, put your hands up
We shootin' up the club, this a stick up
Fake Gs put your hands up, put your hands up

[Bullet Nasty]
Boogie with these thugs ma, boogies with these playas
Low Profile gangstas, we down for whatever
Catch me in the club, crease down, Dickies saggin'
Low Pro chains spinnin' with 5 carat diamonds
Hoochies grindin', they gotta be tamed
Spanish fly mamacita, remember the name
Two steps in the building, already gettin' clumped
Ain't no bullshittin' out here, we got the crunk
Bullet low be the name, walk in and spit game
Holler at these hoochies and we run that train
Got her suckin' on cock givin' the homies brain
Butt naked in the club she ain't got no shame

[Ms. Sancha]
I stay rollin' in my low-low, smoking' hydro, 'cause you know I stay gangsta'd up
I keep it Southside SD I'm a OG so you know I stay gangsta'd up
Another gangsta boogie
Fool get your walk on
Another gangsta boogie
Real Gs don't dance
Another gangsta boogie
Get your two-step on
Another gangsta boogie
Real Gs don't dance

We shootin' up the club, this a stick up
All you haters put your hands up, put your hands up
We shootin' up the club, this a stick up
Fake Gs put your hands up, put your hands up

Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie