Down Brownie
Roc-a-Fella
Y'all know what this is
We giving y'all 5 seconds to put your drinks down
And report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas we giving y'all 5 seconds to get close to a exit
It's about to get real ugly in here
5 seconds is up
Let's go!
Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)
Throw the hands up (Niggaz)
Throw the hands up (Bitches)
Throw the hands up (Bustas)
Throw the hands up (Hustlers)
Throw the hands up (Hoes)
Throw the hands up (Posta's)
Throw the hands up (MAC)
[Beanie Siegal]
You know how Mac come threw on th
In My Heaven
(Rivers Rutherford/Bobby Pinson)
In my Heaven there ain't no lawyers
Don't need names on dotted lines
Folks do buisness like they oughta
A good firm handshake works just fine
We feed lawyers to the lions
In my Heaven there ain't no children
Totin' loaded guns to school
Ain't no such think as peer pressure
Being who you are is cool
We still teach that golden rule
In my Heaven we hurt no one
No lyring, crying, or dying young
No one's lonely, no one's scared
And everyone is welcome there
In my Heaven
In my Heaven I can sing like Elvis
Play guitar like B.B. King
Slide a fastball past Hank Aaron
Hey now batter, batter swing
I can do most anything
In my Heaven we hurt no one
No lyring, crying, or dying young
No one's lonely, no one's scared
And everyone is welcome there
In my Heaven
I know that it's God's decision
What my Heaven's gonna be
I ain't tellin' him his buisness
But if he left it up to me
Then in my Heaven
There's football with no referees
Then in my Heaven
There's never been an injury
In my Heaven
Angels yodel when they sing
And in my Heaven
The fish will bite most anything
In my Heaven
In my Heaven