(What a group of kids we sent out into the world...) Patrik och Lillen gor det som ingen annan kan (x4) Vifta med handerna! En gang till sa har vi
back, jump side to side Throw your hands up and make some noise Throw your hands up Throw your hands up and make some noise Get on up, put your hands
sound we're gonna raise the ceiling can u hear it getting louder? the sound of noise increasing a little piece of heaven now this is the sound! (chorus) throw your hands up
Come On) [P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!) [Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!) [P. Diddy] Baby, we'll leave your crotch
them n-ggas I would Let's do it for the OC, I put in work on that TV and step one over a G now put your hands for the lil old me [Tyga - Chorus] [Bow
shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up) Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up
t yours Jealous of yourself, watermelon tellin herself Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag Blow you out the back, throw your
my hands, hands, hands, hands You, you Cause it goes on and on and on And it goes on and on and on I throw my hands up in the air sometimes Saying AYO
If you trying to get it like me Imma tell ya what to do Holla At A Playa (x4) Now mami if you wit your man and he got cuffs on your hand When he slipping
for tha hunnyz up in tha clubs Do me a favor, show me some love Then for tha thugs that's off in the whips Do me a favor, bump this remix Get your hands
good in the caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (Strap your
coat You warm me up when you shine my way No need for sleep Girl, you're in my dream Don't wake me up from your love (Don't wake me up from your love
the brothers on the corners In the alleys, throw your hands in the air Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners In the alleys, throw your hands in the
you To make your move to the dance floor (Ho) So throw your hands in the air (Yea) And wave them around like you just don't care (Why) Ya oh it's the L I Y A H livin' up
straight cash, two million bucks strictly powder, no cut your coke is vialed in, whats up? Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up
up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up Sit back down!
[Intro - DJ Khaled] I'm for real about this shit This the remix Let's go Remix Remix Remix [Chorus - T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody