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L.V. - The Very Best Of Pure Swing - Throw Your Hands Up
The Very Best Of Pure Swing
Disc 1
01. Forever
02. Hit Me Off
03. Gangsta's Paradise
04. Stressed Out
05. Mary Jane (All Night long)
06. U Blow My Mind
07. Candy Rain
08. Two Can Play That Game
09. Grapevyne
10. Freek 'n' You
11. Flavour of the Old School
12. Process of Elimination
13. Tell Me What You Like
14. Hey Mr. DJ
15. Just Kickin' It
16. Your Body's Callin'
17. I Miss You
18. If I Ever Fall in Love
19. For the Lover in You
20. Blowin' Up My Pager
Disc 2
01. Honey Love
02. Love II Love
03. My Heart Belongs to You
04. Age Ain't Nothing but a Number
05. 24 Hours
06. Don't Be Afraid
07. Rock Wit'cha
08. Undercover Lover
09. Summertime
10. Slap n' Tickle
11. Down 4 Whateva
12. Sensitivity
13. Down for the One
14. Treat Them Like They Want to Be Treated
15. Girlfriend's Boyfriend
16. Your G Spot
17. Free / Sail On
18. Groove of Love
19. Something in Your Eyes
20. This Love Is Forever
Disc 3
01. Feenin'
02. Reminisce
03. Get Down on It
04. Back and Forth
05. Treat Me Right
06. Like a Playa
07. The Finest
08. Remedy
09. The Place Where You Belong
10. Poison
11. Is It Good to You
12. Her
13. Good Life
14. Rapper's Ball
15. I Like the Way (The Kissing Game)
16. Where I Wanna Be Boy
17. Treat U Right
18. Private Party
19. On and On
20. Throw Your Hands Up
It's 12 o' clock
We're having a barbecue
My crew CAD
They are gonna be there
And ladies, I wanna see you
We'll be doing it in the park
On this sunny summer day
So
Those that really wanna play a hay
Chill
'Cause I keeps it real

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Ho)
(Yes, y'all)

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Ho)
'Cause our Adidas keeping it real, so say yes y'all

Not everything is everything, my people (Just cool it)
Bro slapping dominoes
No busting caps
Just clapping to this funky song
Letting the beat ba-bump
Ain't no sense trippin', bloodin' or crippin'
You can keep it real with LV

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Yo)
(Yes, y'all)

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Yo)
'Cause our Adidas keeping it real so say yes, y'all

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Yo)
(Yes, y'all)

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Yo)
'Cause our Adidas keeping it real so say yes, y'all

You killa posers chillin' in the Manila thriller
The Black track killa
My gas filla jacks, billa backs
So clap, nigga
Iller than the Alles in Cali
Killas they like their coochies on hoochies
Goon groupies and hooptees
The Project Fabro
Smacking thick naps narrow
The playa haters slaying, they 'bout as deep as shallow
East Coast or West Coast (East) (West)
They can't keep Treach away, as sure as today was tomorrow yesterday
Clap with me, packing an MPV, a track MLPV, Mercedes SEC
Dodging LAPD, 'cause they ain't catching me
Clapping to LBG, capital SEC
And I'ma take your picture
'Cause they can't tip you
My dick's the LV (Hey!)
You big ol' peep you
This is the Killa Cali Rally and the East Coast Connection Invasion
Taking over this nation

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Yo)
(Yes, y'all)

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Yo)
'Cause our Adidas keeping it real so say yes, y'all

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Yo)
(Yes, y'all)

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
So come one (Hay)
And come all (Yo)
'Cause our Adidas keeping it real so say yes, y'all

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
(Hay)
(Yo)
(Yes, y'all)

Throw your hands up
If you wanna be down
(Hay)
(Yo)