DJ Mustard - Throw Your Hood Up Lyrics
[Bridge - RJ:]All my Detroit ****as!All my L.A. ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood upAll my N.O. ****as!All my BNo ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood upAll my N.Y. ****as!All my ChiTown ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood upAll my G.A. ****as! Hol' upAll my Bay ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up[Hook - RJ (x2):]Everybody got problems!Everybody got shirts cause they ****a got murkedEverybody got issues!Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol[Verse 1 - Dom Kennedy:]I'm relaxing, getting high****as ain't shit, I'm just rapping on the sideTold 'em *****, paper, passion and some prideI got everything a ****a ever wanted 'fore I diedUh, two Rolexes that I don't ever wearA big gold chain I ain't seen in a yearLeimert Park ****a looking clean in the mirrorYour girl want me, I could see it from hereYeah, try and make money and friends is mo' plansYou lil ****as is hiding, there's no chanceTwo step, my ****as just don't danceIf you ever say my name, ****a, we throw handsTold him Pushaz Ink the program, we hold bandsOn that OpM shit, you know we in thisWith the extra, extra, talk all reckless***** in real life, yeah, that's what I expected, ****a[Bridge + Hook][Verse 2 - Royce the Choice:]Not a rapper, way too street with itAll I did was take my life and put a Mustard beat with itI'm D with it, believe in it, I speak it if I did thatI "Doo doo!" "Hello?" and have them ****as where you live atTuesdays and thursdays, them white people jumping outProblems on my dick, have your girlfriend suck it outA born sinner, but live killers die winnersI'll cook my momma dope before I cook a ***** dinner(Ol' ***** ass ****as) I smell placentaDressed sharper than the mind of a Seven PercenterThink about robbin' me, take your brain offShe only wanna cut cause she chain sawWith the bopper as my sword and that Ruger as my shield*****, my move around too real, Oxycontin, pop the blue pillsIt's a cold life, my favorite numbers is 4-5Donald Sterling, clip a ****a I don't like[Bridge + Hook][Verse 3 - RJ:]Uh, it ain't where ya from but it's where ya atI'm down to load a drum quicker than ya appLil ****a tryna ball, set a screen for meBirds of a feather waiting on a wing for meAnd I'll never let a ****a think for meI just need the suicides with the seats bloodyLook, I'll trade a morc like a logoFor any real ****a ever put up on a PoloOh no, now it go, those ****asWhole shows, both coasts so I throw no feelingsNo chillin', got a chopper and a chickenWhere you from? I threw mines to the ceilingPull a foreign off the lot, just got deportedAnd a quarter for the watch, getting extortedLil ****as want war but can't afford itPut ya life on the line, now *****es snort it, huh[Bridge + Hook]
