Throw Your Hands Up by 8Ball & MJG (Ft. OutKast)
Throw Your Hands Up by 8Ball & MJG (Ft. OutKast)

Throw Your Hands Up

8Ball & MJG & OutKast * Track #13 On In Our Lifetime

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Throw Your Hands Up by 8Ball & MJG (Ft. OutKast)

Release Date
Tue May 18 1999
Performed by
8Ball & MJGOutKast
Produced by
Mr. DJ
Writed by
Mr. DJ & Big Boi & André 3000 & MJG & 8Ball
About

Track number 13 on Eightball & MJG’s 1999 album “In Our Lifetime, Vol. 1”.

Classic southern hip-hop with a feature from the South’s finest, OutKast.

Unfortunately for the duo, an OutKast feature can only mean one thing…Renegade! This is apparent as verses from Daddy Fat Sax and Dré 3 Stacks ta...

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Throw Your Hands Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time
So I'mma get out on these cuts and grind
Keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine
My player ways keep me with plenty dimes
See, I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth (Yeah)
When a nigga get through cooking up this O-Z (Yeah)
All night on the block 'til the sun rise (Yeah)
My only friend is a Glock with the four-five
Four, five in the mornin', it don't stop
Daydreamin' 'bout flossin' a drop-top
(Woop!) Blue lights snap me back to reality (Ugh)
I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me
Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass
Searched a nigga and took about a three in cash
I guess that's better than gettin locked up
Or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!

[Chorus: MJG & 8Ball]
Now I heard that the South is where yo' folks from
Down in the bottoms where they broke some
Whips cross a nigga back, way back
And now they wonder why we act, how we act
Gold teeth and heavy Chevys, and talking slow
Afros and loud ass Italian clothes
People barbecuein' in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!
If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up

[Verse 2: MJG]
I got a maid cooking grits with a outfit so tight
My niggas wanna stay the whole night
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk, singin', sounding like the Bee Gees
Ham sammich in the driveway, drop-top
Naked women in the den playing hopscotch
Thirty busters in my yard, they be long gone
So hit me and I'mma keep my phone on
I be out turning corners, drinking one fifth
Got some scratches on my rims, 'cause of one dip
Met a broad yesterday, she hit me ten times
If I diss her, it'll take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall, and I won't fold
You can have all the bitches, 'cause I don't hold—
Onto any woman like a human handcuff
You got your hair down, baby, fuck it, stand up!

[Chorus: MJG & 8Ball]
Now I heard that the South is where yo' folks from
Down in the bottoms where they broke some
Whips cross a nigga back, way back
And now they wonder why we act, how we act
Gold teeth and heavy Chevys, and talking slow
Afros and loud ass Italian clothes
People barbecuein' in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!
If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
How many flows can I compose? I drop this slang like lyrical 'bows
Stickin' out just like an outcast or a thorn from stem of rose
Like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin' when y'all bite (Bite)
Been had a Coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off 'gnac & Sprite
Y'all just might see the skunk guy, with a girl who chunked-thighed
Below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin' about
From Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah
The deeper, the darker, the Dirty South is what I'm after
No laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin' major
They shot the sucker, sprayed you, cut your wife and played her
The player the B-I-G B-O-I, dope boy rhyme maker
Beats, rhymes, and layers of music right here to please you
And if you hate the Dirty, then partne, see, we don't need you
You know I'm talkin 'bout?
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers!

[Chorus: MJG & 8Ball]
Now I heard that the South is where yo' folks from
Down in the bottoms where they broke some
Whips cross a nigga back, way back
And now they wonder why we act, how we act
Gold teeth and heavy Chevys, and talking slow
Afros and loud-ass Italian clothes
People barbecuin' in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!
If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up

[Verse 4: André 3000]
You wouldn't understand if you stood under it (Ooh)
It's like the more that I talk to you, the dumber that I get
The closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand (Okay)
Apart, distant
Nobody has the upper hand but my body's resistant
So now, throw your phalanges in the ground (Aight)
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negative niggas, they only keep you down
Transmitting from Native American burial ground (Ugh)
I carry around (Ugh) the weight of all worlds on my shoulder pads (Ugh)
I'm post to blast, space invaders up somebody's dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc
If knowledge be the key then buddy roasted on the porch (Ooh)
And wait for ya mama to get off work so she can roast yo' ass
They need to find an open window fast
Word to the motherfucker
Word to the motherfucker
Word to the motherfucker

[Chorus: MJG & 8Ball]
Now I heard that the South is where yo' folks from
Down in the bottoms where they broke some
Whips cross a nigga back, way back
And now they wonder why we act, how we act
Gold teeth and heavy Chevys, and talking slow
Afros and loud ass Italian clothes
People barbecuein' in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!
If anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up
If anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
If anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up

Throw Your Hands Up Q&A

Who wrote Throw Your Hands Up's ?

Throw Your Hands Up was written by Mr. DJ & Big Boi & André 3000 & MJG & 8Ball.

Who produced Throw Your Hands Up's ?

Throw Your Hands Up was produced by Mr. DJ.

When did 8Ball & MJG release Throw Your Hands Up?

8Ball & MJG released Throw Your Hands Up on Tue May 18 1999.

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