Get Your Hands Up Songtext
von Fergie
Get Your Hands Up Songtext
Yours and yours
It′s another Noize Trip Production
Hands up, get your hands up
Throw your hands up, get your hands up
Throw your hands up, get your hands up
Throw your hands up, get your hands up
Brothers in the place put your hands up in the air
We wild 'n′ out, bringin' the ruccus and musical warfare
Put 'em up and go bananas, my spinning everywhere
We waiting for the hot shit blazin′ right here
That′s the place, come on, smash it up, come on
This is the get-up so bounce around, come on
Bring up the Dutchess, lady of the year
Fergie Ferg wants ya to put your hands up in the air
If you like (like what you see) what you see (like what you see)
Won't you do (what you gon′ do about it?) This for me (what you gon' do about it?)
Oh!
Hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c'mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Now why you takin′ a break when I'm ready
Why you gotta be so pathetic
We can′t do nothing, you're too lazy
Don′t you know that I like aggressive
You gotta be like the Peas and just rock it
If you want lock it, down you got jock it
Get on the floor, get closer to watch it
Get off the wall and hands out your pockets
If you like (like what you see) what you see (like what you see)
Won't you do (what you gon' do about it?) This for me (what you gon′ do about it?)
Oh!
Hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
And this is it, what?
Gucci fallin' from the sky, let′s get rich, what?
Money staked to the walls, we some rich fucks
Throw your hands up in the sky, put your fist up, uh, put your fist up
And we drive big trucks (yeah), and make big bucks (yeah)
I get my party on down (yeah) with some big butts (yeah)
I rock some fresh shoes (yeah), so I can blaze it up (yeah)
And make some new hot tunes, so you could raise it up
Come on!
Put your hands in the air, your palms in the air
You models in the motherfuckin′ atmosphere
Wiggle all around like you just don't give a fuck
Baby, if you got a big booty then give it up
Bottle full of bubbly and we gon′ live it up
Lady lookin' lovely and I just wanna hit ′em up
Lay 'em down, drill ′em up, fill 'em up
You love it when I and hug 'em up (don′t stop)
Okay, I won′t then
You know how we rock, we rock coast to coast and
L.A. to top, they rockin' Austin
Compensweto back to Compton (don′t stop)
Okay, I won't quit
Will.i.am, I stay, uh, I stay on and
Get your hands in the air where they belong bi-
The noise gon′ flip, flippin' the song
Don′t stop, pump louder!
We can get control, right?
Know it, just don't stop (get up)
'Til your body drops, get your
Hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Throw your hands up (c'mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Throw your hands up (c'mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Throw your hands up (c'mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
It′s another Noize Trip Production
Hands up, get your hands up
Throw your hands up, get your hands up
Throw your hands up, get your hands up
Throw your hands up, get your hands up
Brothers in the place put your hands up in the air
We wild 'n′ out, bringin' the ruccus and musical warfare
Put 'em up and go bananas, my spinning everywhere
We waiting for the hot shit blazin′ right here
That′s the place, come on, smash it up, come on
This is the get-up so bounce around, come on
Bring up the Dutchess, lady of the year
Fergie Ferg wants ya to put your hands up in the air
If you like (like what you see) what you see (like what you see)
Won't you do (what you gon′ do about it?) This for me (what you gon' do about it?)
Oh!
Hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c'mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Now why you takin′ a break when I'm ready
Why you gotta be so pathetic
We can′t do nothing, you're too lazy
Don′t you know that I like aggressive
You gotta be like the Peas and just rock it
If you want lock it, down you got jock it
Get on the floor, get closer to watch it
Get off the wall and hands out your pockets
If you like (like what you see) what you see (like what you see)
Won't you do (what you gon' do about it?) This for me (what you gon′ do about it?)
Oh!
Hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Throw your hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c'mon)
Hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
And this is it, what?
Gucci fallin' from the sky, let′s get rich, what?
Money staked to the walls, we some rich fucks
Throw your hands up in the sky, put your fist up, uh, put your fist up
And we drive big trucks (yeah), and make big bucks (yeah)
I get my party on down (yeah) with some big butts (yeah)
I rock some fresh shoes (yeah), so I can blaze it up (yeah)
And make some new hot tunes, so you could raise it up
Come on!
Put your hands in the air, your palms in the air
You models in the motherfuckin′ atmosphere
Wiggle all around like you just don't give a fuck
Baby, if you got a big booty then give it up
Bottle full of bubbly and we gon′ live it up
Lady lookin' lovely and I just wanna hit ′em up
Lay 'em down, drill ′em up, fill 'em up
You love it when I and hug 'em up (don′t stop)
Okay, I won′t then
You know how we rock, we rock coast to coast and
L.A. to top, they rockin' Austin
Compensweto back to Compton (don′t stop)
Okay, I won't quit
Will.i.am, I stay, uh, I stay on and
Get your hands in the air where they belong bi-
The noise gon′ flip, flippin' the song
Don′t stop, pump louder!
We can get control, right?
Know it, just don't stop (get up)
'Til your body drops, get your
Hands up (c′mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Throw your hands up (c'mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Throw your hands up (c'mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Throw your hands up (c'mon), get your hands up (c′mon)
Hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Throw your hands up (get on), get your hands up (get on)
Writer(s): Will Adams, Allan Apll Pineda, Jaime Gomez, Stacy Ferguson, Jean Baptiste Kouame, Anthony Tidd, Jaime Lim Munson, Michael Matthews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com