Letra Do you remember Mase

Do you remember

Shake the world
Oh oh...yeah yeah..hands in the sky
Now put em up high
Oh oh...yeah yeah...hands in the sky (come on give me a reason why)
Now put em up high

If it's your thing that aint workin then you improvise
Why it's me you hate? that's genocide.
Everytime im in a vibe it's me they criticize.
But every time they in a ride it's my song they memorize.
The richer get richer the poorer get poorer
See im here to save the city like sadom and gamora.
I got an order i'm awaitin' from the 404
My aura's not the tora, plus i'm jazzy like Nora.
See my code they call my wodie and don't even know me
I been around the world man without a roadie.
See i'm classic like a oldie save the game like a goalie.
I got my rolly holy, so you can call my holy rolly
You don't know what yo in fo'
Don't do no indo. im not tintin' my windows.
I'm not duckin' no bimbos.
I'm saying N O to the Nymphos.
You got somethin to say? then send your memo

(chorus:)
Do you remeber how I used to be?
Back in 96' when i made you move yo feet'
The feelings back so get up out yo seat
Let's do it again and again and again
(repeat chorus)

(Cardan)
Now it was this bounce that opened up the swiss account.
If you get this you guaranteed for this amount
Now can we pause for a minute, honor the all authentic
See i aint said a word and ya'll already in it
See money is my linen, i get long as they print it
I tell ya that far invest in NASCAR
I leave the street smokin like brand new black tar.
Girls....put stickys every where my ass are
Silver horsie on the back cause this a fast car day
Yellow ice on Sunday, pink on a Monday, white ice
Six flags family on a fun day.
Don't know much about a Hyundai
If you want to come stay
We kick it, E-Ticket, make mine a one way
Now what they gon say? I don't need it?
To really tell the truth man their life is defeated
They quite concieted, they rockin' all that ice that's treated
I wrote a book about it, would you like to read it? huh huh huh huh?

(chorus)

Oh oh...yeah yeah..hands in the sky
Now put em up high
Oh oh...yeah yeah...hands in the sky
Now put em up high

Mase:
Engine in the back, no roof top
Feet on gas, with no need fo cash
Ooh ooh ooh, trunk in the front
I make a million in a month like pumps in a bump
You know mason be that very fellow
Dipped in canary yellow
Hand so heavy that it's hard to say hello
I'm somethin you gotta have like strawberry jello
Same jewlery in the hood cause i aint scared of the ghetto
(you know it)

(chorus)

Oh oh...yeah yeah..hands in the sky
Now put em up high
Oh oh...yeah yeah...hands in the sky
Now put em up high