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In light of the "In Da Club" remix being posted on here, I felt it necessary to remix this track as a message to everybody's favorite country bumpkin: JT! *DISCLAIMER* Keep in mind, I am a JT fan, but this is funny/true, and yes, I know there's only one verse I wrote but I'm bored and dont think I need to write verse 2, it all speaks for itself. Enjoy 
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(Chorus): Hands up! People always say you're elite
But you copy Pavlik's tire technique
(Keep your hands up!) If you can't get past your own mystique
You'll be lucky to see round 3
(Keep your hands up!) You want to go down in the history books
You gotta learn how to check your hook
(Keep your hands up!) Everything don't stay the same
And this science ain't as "sweet" as it looks
(Keep your hands up!)
(Bridge): You better learn to stop droppin your hand
What, you think you just comin' to spar? (Your game is sorry)
You tough talkin like a big man
But you ain't been the same since 'Nard (Your game is sorry)
People say you just don't give a damn
But you will once you lose your cars (Your game is sorry)
With all this potential I just don't understand
Pavlik must still have you seein' the stars (Your game is sorry)
(Verse 1): It must feel good to be title-less
If you're thinkin Golf, Arkansans ain't the brightest yet
It means the world to Kelly, but it's your "job" to fight the best
Ask Roy Jones, the 2nd knockout eclipses all the rest
You're just naiive, back in '03 son your ass was grimey
You fought Ex, now your best punch is lousy
It's funny, you used to be such a Townie
Now the way fans treat you is slimey
And props, cause your wife is quite a dime piece
But that don't mean you be Middleweight prime meat, hah
**** is weak son, come up with a game plan, just can't complete one
Get your focus back, and maybe you could beast on
Show a little heart, try to win, get at least one
Please run your mouth wise this time
Train wrong, and the "right" says you're done by nine.
(Chorus): Hands up! People always say you're elite
But you copy Pavlik's tire technique
(Keep your hands up!) If you can't get past your own mystique
You'll be lucky to see round 3
(Keep your hands up!) You want to go down in the history books
You gotta learn how to check your hook
(Keep your hands up!) Everything don't stay the same
And this science ain't as "sweet" as it looks
(Keep your hands up!)
(Bridge): You better learn to stop droppin your hand
What, you think you just comin' to spar? (Your game is sorry)
You tough talkin like a big man
But you ain't been the same since 'Nard (Your game is sorry)
People say you just don't give a damn
But you will once you lose your cars (Your game is sorry)
With all this potential I just don't understand
Pavlik must still have you seein' the stars (Your game is sorry)
EDIT: Here's the video, after reading the "In Da Club" remix thread, I decided it was a good idea to post the video for the original as well.
*(Chorus): Hands up! People always say you're elite
But you copy Pavlik's tire technique
(Keep your hands up!) If you can't get past your own mystique
You'll be lucky to see round 3
(Keep your hands up!) You want to go down in the history books
You gotta learn how to check your hook
(Keep your hands up!) Everything don't stay the same
And this science ain't as "sweet" as it looks
(Keep your hands up!)
(Bridge): You better learn to stop droppin your hand
What, you think you just comin' to spar? (Your game is sorry)
You tough talkin like a big man
But you ain't been the same since 'Nard (Your game is sorry)
People say you just don't give a damn
But you will once you lose your cars (Your game is sorry)
With all this potential I just don't understand
Pavlik must still have you seein' the stars (Your game is sorry)
(Verse 1): It must feel good to be title-less
If you're thinkin Golf, Arkansans ain't the brightest yet
It means the world to Kelly, but it's your "job" to fight the best
Ask Roy Jones, the 2nd knockout eclipses all the rest
You're just naiive, back in '03 son your ass was grimey
You fought Ex, now your best punch is lousy
It's funny, you used to be such a Townie
Now the way fans treat you is slimey
And props, cause your wife is quite a dime piece
But that don't mean you be Middleweight prime meat, hah
**** is weak son, come up with a game plan, just can't complete one
Get your focus back, and maybe you could beast on
Show a little heart, try to win, get at least one
Please run your mouth wise this time
Train wrong, and the "right" says you're done by nine.
(Chorus): Hands up! People always say you're elite
But you copy Pavlik's tire technique
(Keep your hands up!) If you can't get past your own mystique
You'll be lucky to see round 3
(Keep your hands up!) You want to go down in the history books
You gotta learn how to check your hook
(Keep your hands up!) Everything don't stay the same
And this science ain't as "sweet" as it looks
(Keep your hands up!)
(Bridge): You better learn to stop droppin your hand
What, you think you just comin' to spar? (Your game is sorry)
You tough talkin like a big man
But you ain't been the same since 'Nard (Your game is sorry)
People say you just don't give a damn
But you will once you lose your cars (Your game is sorry)
With all this potential I just don't understand
Pavlik must still have you seein' the stars (Your game is sorry)
EDIT: Here's the video, after reading the "In Da Club" remix thread, I decided it was a good idea to post the video for the original as well.
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