Put Your Finger in the Air - Rainbow Songs

Yo! C'mon, c'mon [Fame] It's the M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [Will] M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [Both] M, dot O, dot P FIYAH! FIYAH! [Chorus One: M.O.P.] [Fame] Now, fill yo' cups up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Lift yo' drinks up and (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Get your hand dapped baby (PUT IT IN THE AIR) I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me? Middle fingers up! (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Yeah, middle fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with Index fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) [Verse One: Lil' Fame] Bust down, bust any mic you hand to me I'm Fitzroy nigga (what) First Family Mo P's, guns mo' bigga B.K. up in this bitch, what nigga? (STOMPDASHITOUTU!) Don't mess with I Just relax yourself pah, you don't wanna Get your Mets hat twisted, gets fo-fifted Hot blow poppin, get forklifted [Verse Two: Billy Danze] I was a fiend... you can ask my home team Before I fell in love with the 'gnac, I puffed green Always focused and double toasted When the shit pop off in the club, we ownzed it So now, y'all niggaz get down (LAY DOWN) And stay down (WE RIP POUNDS) and split rounds (OH!) Spark it (M) dot (O) dot (P) dot We rock, hip-hop, awkward, stompin [Chorus Two: M.O.P.] [Fame] Roll up your trees and (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Puff puff, pass (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Get your hand dapped baby (PUT IT IN THE AIR) I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me? Middle fingers up! (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Yeah, middle fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with Index fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) [Verse Three: Lil' Fame] Fuck y'all, we rude, call dick, in the middle of Times Square Get down or lay down, bitch boy, this our year Last summer we jammed, but this summer we hittin Totin Bernie Macs for all y'all summabiches In the hood where it's ugly (it's ugly!) I'm sick with the pen, fuck it just call me Iceberg Charlie The illest the realest Brownsvillest the shit'll never stop It's (Brooklyn) home of the hot blocks [Verse Four: Billy Danze] You can find me on the back block, e'rybody know me I'm admired by the homey that's runnin the crack spot I love to see the shorties with a little G in 'em It's like lookin in the mirror I see a little me in 'em Stop buggin, the homey said dig him (I never dug him) He disrespected this family long enough so I'll slug him (WARRIORZ!) We earn our respect (SHIT) Cut through your projects with shiny objects (NOW) [Chorus One] [Ad libs to end]