Lyrics : Dana Stinson/Dwight Grant/Kyambo R. Joshua/Shawn Carter/A. Whitehead/Rockwilder/JAY-Z
Music : Dana Stinson/Dwight Grant/Kyambo R. Joshua/Shawn Carter/A. Whitehead/Rockwilder/JAY-Z
Roc-A-Fella  y'all know what this is
We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drinks down
An' report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas  we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to an exit
It's about to get real ugly in here  five seconds is up  let's go
Throw the hands up
Throw the hands up, ****ers
Throw the hands up, ****ers
Throw the hands up  bustas
Throw the hands up  hustlers
Throw the hands up  hos
Throw the hands up  posta's
Throw the hands up  Mac
You know how Mac come through on the club tip
Everybody real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits  snub in the club quick
Told y'all real high  when I come through
You can try if you want to
We hittin' whores on the floor  whole crew be wild
B*****s 'Back that ass up' like Juvenile
When my peeps come to spend a dime a piece
You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
Every b***h on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin' head on the floor  while you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it down like this
Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit
In case a clown wanna flip
Mac never slip in a club, told ya'll niggas 4/5th in a club
If a nigga wanna draw, then the blood, it can drip in the club
You know how niggas get in the club, shit, you know how I be
All high in VIP  rollin' up to B I G
Niggas be all liquored up, talking shit
'Til they man gotta an' come pick 'em up
Got niggas in the back bouncing to 'Jigga what'
You got your hands up an' I ain't even stick y'all up
Everybody get it up  throw the hands up
Everybody get it up  throw the hands up
12 A M   on my way to the club
1 A M   DJ made it erupt
2 A M   now I'm gettin' with her
3 A M   now I'm splittin' with her
4 A M   at the waffle house
5 A M   now we at my house
6 A M   I be diggin' her out
6:15  I be kickin' her out
7 A M   I'ma call my friends
12 A M   we gon' do it again
We gon'  we gon'  we gon' do it again
Yo, how the **** you gonna talk about MCs on our hill
When we just cop them things  homey  the chromy wheels
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any given times a 100 Gs in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout MCs got skillz
He's alright but he's not real
Jay-Z's that deal with seeds in a field
Never fear for war  hug  squeeze that steel
**** you, you gotta flow, that's cool with me
You gotta lil' dough  that's cool with me
You gotta little cars  little jewelries
But none of y'all mother****ers could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit  minus two degrees
'Bout as blue as the sea  the way I maneuver the V
Hat c**ked  can't see his eyes  who could it be
With that new blue Yankee on  who but me
Niggas shift two million, then I blew the three
Then I skated the four  before I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggas ain't rappin' the same
**** the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows  tryin' to wild out
The game is ours  will never foul out
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw your hands up
Niggas, b*****s, bustas, hustlers
**** that
Throw the hands up
12 A M   on the way to the club
1 A M   'bout to shake the butt
2 A M   now I'm checkin' the mix
3 A M   now he buyin' me drinks
4 A M   exit the club
5 A M   think he gettin' some butt
6 A.M., niggas still ain't bust
6:15, niggas will get up
7 A M   gotta tell my friends
12 A M   I'ma do it again  I'm  I'm  I'ma do it again
12 A M   I'ma gonna do it again
Let's go
12 A M   on my way to the club
1 A M   DJ made it erupt
2 A M   now I'm gettin' with her
3 A M   now I'm splittin' with her
4 A M   at the waffle house
5 A M   now we at my house
6 A M   I be diggin' her out
6:15  I be kickin' her out
7 A M   I'ma call my friends
12 A M   we gon' do it again
We gon'  we gon'  we gon' do it again
Let's go