Chris Webby - Hands Up lyrics

I started off a little guy, baby full of laughter But due to Darwin's theory I evolved into a rapper Flip a couple chapters, this foul mouthed ba*tard Is here to get this rap sh** mastered After I talk to you and get to speak what I'm about Linguistic, twisted diarrhea of the mouth So hot, drop the mic and I'll leave the set steamin' I been the best breathin', since I was breast feedin' Presto, I'm back writin' rhythmic manifestos So let's go, I'm meaner than an angry Lou Ferrigno Flows that'll get yo hands in the izz-air Blunt rap, puff that, done that, been there So tap the keg, let's get drunker than we've ever been Liquor settin' in, sh** somebody let Webster in So go and fill yourself another dutch And put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [Chorus:] Put your hands up, everybody stand up 'cause we ain't leavin' till they throw us in some handcuffs So put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!) Put your hands up, roll yourself a gram up, if you ain't twisted go and fill another damn cup And put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!) I'm a mix of rhymes with some Nirvana and Sublime Eric Clapton with the rappin', Jimi Hendrix in his prime A little bit of Lennon and Zeppelin up in the mixture Stumblin' around on more d** than Keith Richards Hard body spitta, overnight deliver Lyrics sharper than Legolas's arrows up in the quiver Liquor by the pitcher, beer by the thirty rack Droppin' dirty a**, intelligent wordy raps So raise your hands to the God damn roof Sippin' white grape juice with the eighty-five proof I'm the truth, go to parties in my birthday suit And holler at any chick I think's cute, and to boot I'm an artist to my roots, and I got the soul Rollin' deep, sh** I'm showin' up with Jacques Cousteau I'm a pro, here to show you what this rappin's about So put 'em up like you have balloons attached to your house [Chorus] That's how we do it