Get Yo Hands Up chords by Big Left
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Verse 1
(F major) Yeah, let's take him to
the motherfuckin' gutter
Uh, yeah, yeah
You need a motherfuckin' army
to check me Chevy to catch me AK
-47 with banana clips to get me
I'm from the Bronx where
it all goes down
Caps pack up in cars
like we fuckin' circus clowns
A white boy that plays with guns like toys
I send out my soldiers to
wreak havoc and annoy
Seek and destroy big lefts, the hung loi
On a mission to give chicks
the cum of some young boy
They couldn't figure the
level that I was on
They certified me in rock
and told me to write a song
MTV couldn't figure out
what was missing
Instead of hip -hop,
we got Nick and Jessica Simpson
You fucker with the wrong dude
and the wrong mood
It's really no question I got
a bad attitude
Haven't you been mad enough
to let the pistol pop?
Slap a cop, okay, kids, we'll make
Keep your motherfuckin' hands up
Guess who's comin' to town
Big laugh, remember the name,
spread it around
Get down, and take it back
to the streets
Fuckin' big left and right,
I'm takin' the lead
Get motherfuckin' hands up,
guess who's comin' to town
Big left, remember the name,
spread it around
Get down, and take it back
to the streets
Fuckin' big left and right,
I'm takin' the lead
Yeah, it's fuckin' funny, ain't it?
Cali sunny, ain't it?
Grab a dad's pistol, get drunk and aim it
Blame it on me, man, I'm just a white rapper
I slap the first half,
they got balls to call me cracker
Never slow down,
you motherfuckers know now
I like dirty chicks that hang
out at the local hoedown
I walk around like the king of the Bronx
Make you think you can get the fuck up
like Pharoah Monch
Huh, them motherfuckers
know you like my stallion
From 233rd all the way out to Cali
And even down south
they know that big left is right
God, I'm so scurred,
they're giving up on little white
I was sent to pick up where the rest lack
Take that, grab the first
bottle and break that
The plain fact,
I'm slaying emcees in packs
Guess what motherfuckers, the Bronx is
Get your motherfuckin' hands up,
guess who's comin' to town,
Big Left
Remember the name, spread it around,
get down, and take it back
to the streets
Fuckin' Big Left, it rocks, I'm takin'
Get your motherfuckin' hands up,
guess who's comin' to town,
Big Left
Remember the name, spread it around,
get down, and take it back
to the streets
Fuckin' Big Left,
it rocks, I'm takin' the lead
Get the word out,
yeah I'm ready to deploy
It's that green black that's taller than
Danny Boy Lefts on the track,
guaranteed you'll get your neck to crack
And take it back like goose downs
and starter caps
I'm a predator,
I'm ready to rob
Disappearing to the crowd
like I'm wearing camouflage
You little pricks need to stay in your job
Get the fuck off the high horse
you thought you was riding on
Big left man, I'm here to make fans
And get rid of a couple loose ends,
I really can't stand
I got a plan, smoke stoves
and drink as much fucking beer as I can
With a couple shots to send
For anybody trying to fuck
up my party,
you can sleep with the bitches
and hang out with Luca Brasi
I'm a dick, and I don't have
a lot of friends,
cause I'm stupid like Bram on drive -thru
Get your motherfuckin' hands up,
guess who's coming to town
Big Left, remember the name,
spread it around
Get down, and take it back
to the streets
Fuckin' Big Left, it rocks,
I'm takin' the your motherfuckin' hands up,
guess who's coming to town
Big Left, remember the name,
spread it around
Get down,
and take it back to the streets
Fuckin' Big Left, it rocks,
I'm takin' the lead
I think we have to be careful
of labeling things
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