Throw Your Hood Up lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro]
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Pre-Chorus: RJmrLA]
All my Detroit n*ggas!
All my L.A. n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my N.O. n*ggas!
All my BMO n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my N.Y. n*ggas!
All my ChiTown n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my G.A. n*ggas! Hol' up
All my Bay n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up

[Chorus: RJmrLA]
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they n*gga got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they n*gga got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
I'm relaxing, getting high
n*ggas ain't sh*t, I'm just rapping on the side
Told 'em pus*y, paper, passion and some pride
I got everything a n*gga ever wanted 'fore I died
Uh, two Rolexes that I don't ever wear
A big gold chain I ain't seen in a year
Leimert Park n*gga looking clean in the mirror
Your girl want me, I could see it from here
Yeah, try and make money and friends is mo' plans
You lil n*ggas is hiding, there's no chance
Two step, my n*ggas just don't dance
If you ever say my name, n*gga, we throw hands
Told him Pushaz Ink the program, we hold bands
On that OPM sh*t, you know we in this
With the extra, extra, talk all reckless
b*tch in real life, yeah, that's what I expected, n*gga
[Pre-Chorus: RJmrLA]
All my Detroit n*ggas!
All my L.A. n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my N.O. n*ggas!
All my BMO n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my N.Y. n*ggas!
All my ChiTown n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my G.A. n*ggas! Hol' up
All my Bay n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up

[Chorus: RJmrLA]
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they n*gga got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they n*gga got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol

[Verse 2: Royce the Choice]
Not a rapper, way too street with it
All I did was take my life and put a Mustard beat with it
I'm deep with it, believe in it, I speak it if I did that
I'll "Doo doo!" "Hello?" and have them n*ggas where you live at
Tuesdays and Thursdays, them white people jumping out
Problems on my di*k, have your girlfriend suck it out
A born sinner, but live killers die winners
I'll cook my momma dope 'fore I cook a b*tch dinner
(Ol' pus*y ass n*ggas) I smell placenta
Dressed sharper than the mind of a Seven Percenter
Think about robbin' me, take your brain off
She only wanna cut cause she chain saw
With the bopper as my sword and that Ruger as my shield
b*tch, my move around too real, Oxycontin, pop the blue pills
It's a cold life, my favorite numbers is 4-5
Donald Sterling, clip a n*gga I don't like
[Pre-Chorus: RJmrLA]
All my Detroit n*ggas!
All my L.A. n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my N.O. n*ggas!
All my BMO n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my N.Y. n*ggas!
All my ChiTown n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my G.A. n*ggas! Hol' up
All my Bay n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up

[Chorus: RJmrLA]
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they n*gga got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they n*gga got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol

[Verse 3: RJmrLA]
Uh, it ain't where ya from but it's where ya at
I'm down to load a drum quicker than ya app
Lil n*gga tryna ball, set a screen for me
Birds of a feather waiting on a wing for me
And I'll never let a n*gga think for me
I just need the suicides with the seats bloody
Look, I'll trade a morc like a logo
For any real n*gga ever put up on a Polo
Oh no, now it go, those n*ggas
Whole shows, both coasts so I throw no feelings
No chillin', got a chopper and a chicken
Where you from? I threw mines to the ceiling
Pull a foreign off the lot, just got deported
And a quarter for the watch, getting extorted
Lil n*ggas want war but can't afford it
Put ya life on the line, that b*tch will snort it, heyyyayeee
[Pre-Chorus: RJmrLA]
All my Detroit n*ggas!
All my L.A. n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my N.O. n*ggas!
All my BMO n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my N.Y. n*ggas!
All my ChiTown n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
All my G.A. n*ggas! Hol' up
All my Bay n*ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up

[Chorus: RJmrLA]
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they n*gga got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they n*gga got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol
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