Skillz - Off the Wall lyrics

Crowd around, everybody
And everybody crowd around while
I count it off
One, two, three, party people, check this out

Woo, oh, uh, uh, oh
Ha, we at it again, uh huh
Yeah, we at it again we at it again
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah

Well, it's the flow flow
Straight from the V, yo
And guess who I got bangin' on the beats
Though
(Who that is?) Ask a friend, Timbaland
It's the VA kid, Skillz, and he at it again
And I spit for the old cats
Dudes in the throwbacks
Chicks with they new weaves
Dimes with they old tracks
Playas with they gators and


That pimp game notion
OG's, khakis, three-wheel motion
Tuck the brim and I don't spit for girls
I'm like the wind, if I don't move
It's something wrong with the world
And by now, I'm looking for an outlet
I see you, mami
Chillin' in your littlе outfit
I'm tryna find something suitable
Something bеautiful
Something to have me like "Woo hoo!"
So if you in here, let's make this clear
I'm tryna see your hands
Up in the atmosphere, yeah

Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again

Yo, I rep hard like BIG
And since Jordan got bum knees
Kids wanna be like me
I'm in Dream, sitting with a dime in VIP
You in line dreaming about getting in VIP
See, we different, playboy
Compare me to none
You in your hard bottoms, son
I'm in my Air Force Ones
It's like mics, once I rip 'em then I'm done
It's too many broads in here
You better get you one
Ain't it funny what I said
Jumped over your head my words walk, dog
It's like my words got legs
And I don't talk with ya
I bring the thing to your head
Smash spleens
Leave a little gasoline in your bed
Break an arm, break a leg
We don't break instead
Y'all tryna break us but we
Too busy breaking this bread
And we taking it there
We don't make nothing soft
Wherever we go it's for sure we
Get the jumpoff jumped off

Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again

Yeah, see, it's war time
The kid done came up
Man, I got too many methods
It's time to bring the pain up
And punks jump up and try
To put them thangs up
And get lunched with the punch
All Sugar Shane'd up
See how them mouths go down when my name's up
Since I came in the game I've
Been pulling them reins up
You high-strung, you look like Wayne
You young buck get a mouth on your medallion
'cause your little chains suck
And we back with the heat in the flow
Got your boy Timbaland beatin' down the door
Dawg, we don't slip and that ish be for sure
And as far as this paper
I'ma get it and I'ma go
We the bomb, player, y'all just song-sharers
Thugs at night, daytime thong wearers
Put something in the air
Middle fingers or hands
"Off the Wall" brought to you
By Skillz and Timbaland, oh

Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Get your back up off the wall
Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up
Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again
Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again, oh