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Oh, Mano
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands, hands, hands, hands, hands, hands, hands, hands, hands (howdy?)
Hands up
Outside of the club, me and Mano at the door
We not letting cats in like that old Club 54
Any style can get in as long as you got some
But these people in this line, man, they ain't got none
Come on, Hollywood, why I can't get in the club?
How I'm supposed to let you in? You got Sketchers on
'Cause, no dice, not nice (I'll pay), no price
Now he scratching his head hard like he got lice (hands up)
Hey yo, let those three fresh cats in, in the back
Rock Smith shirt, ten deep and DCMA hat
Oh, and let that dude in with the gators and the wave cap
(How he get in?) I think it's funny that he's floating back
(Man) see, that's what you don't get
Everybody outside got on the same exact fit
See, your followers you don't trust completely off the dome
So since you follow so much, go follow each other home (hands up)
Man, I ain't even wanna' go up in there, dude
For sure, bro (lame ass nigga)
Talking bout' I ain't got style, fuck that nigga
Yeah, he's weak as hell
Bro, seriously what?
Dude, we need to go to Chase Lounge
Man, they ain't making no money
Dude, I know, but they'll let us in
Alright, fuck it, I guess, let's go
Alright, awesome, let's go (hey, hey, y'all wanna' get in?)
Oh, oh, hey, hey, hey, yeah, Hollywood, let us get in there
(Oh, oh yeah, bro, yeah yeah yeah for sure, Hollywood)
My man, go to Marshall's first, nigga, treat it
Hey, fuck you, nigga, you ain't shit, nigga (yeah, fuck you, bro)
Hey, fuck your songs, nigga, I don't even fuck with that shit (Hollywood, my ass, bro)
Weak ass nigga, shit, nigga, let's go to Chase Lounge (yeah, bro, seriously)
At least they'll let us in, they ain't making no money
They're empty, we'll just get free drinks
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
Yo, Joel and Benji just got up inside
Drunk than a muggin', we kicking it right
This party is jumping off Mano production
These people are crazy, they got up inside
Do what we do and we doing it right
Shout out to Junior 'cause Junior's my guy
And if you pop off at the mouth, then your face will go south
Like the geese when it's down winter time (Mano)
So this is the anthem, throw all your hands up
Midwest on that new shit, Chi-Town stand up
Single ladies make noise, all the fellas listen up
But don't be too eager or that girl ain't gonna give it up
He say she says rocking out and oh my god it's insane
Security ain't like it, so we fired him 'cause he's lame (are you serious, dude?)
Yeah, I know, shut up, shut up, damn man, I know the facts
Hire new security, he's right there, man, relax
That fight there's really wack, they're quite scared, holding back
Don't break it up, they're just whooping right there, ain't pulling Jack
The night here's really packed, it's unfair, I gotta' pack
Chicago, man, I gotta' take a flight there, I'll be back
Ha-ha, I gotta go to the Chi
Peace out, Los Angeles
Treat it
Hands up