Put Em Up lyrics

by

Warren G


[Hook](2x)
I'm chasin' my dreams
From the good kush and codine
Keep a lot of bad b*tches around me
Keep a whole lot of money in my jeans
I do this for my city
Cause I know my city got me
And I tell this to my haters just watch me on TV

Put em up, Put em up, Put em up, Put em up(4x)

[Lil Snupe]
Man codine gotta n*gga so lean
Chasin mo' dreams, got me chasin mo' green
All my n*ggas out here chasin' those dreams
n*gga gotta get, by any mean
Any n*gga try to really come in-between, we gon' hit you up with the f*ckin' red beam
Any f*ck n*gga try to play wit my team, i'mma let you know we comin' [?]
Ain't no playin wit no n*gga
Neva eva been a ho n*gga
Can't go broke I'm wit [?] i got mo' money through it mo' smoke
With Bigg Poppa and ratchet city
All the b*tches get ratchet wit me
They know the youngin' I'm takin over it my time yet the wait is over
n*gga Boosie gon'
Snupe on till Boosie home
I'mma hold it down, put that on my round
n*gga know what's up Louisiana ball
I swear to god i got on my back
n*gga I carry my own [?]
Get my money my own sex
I love money I'm 'bout the stacks
n*gga it's Lil Snupe
n*gga play games we'll get you
I got real hitta's tha'll hit you
I love my serve but a big blue
I'm up chasin' my dreams gettin full of kush and codine
And its that celebration for the n*ggas hatin' I'm up countin' mo' green
n*gga
[Hook]

[Bigg Poppa]
All them hard nights gon' pay off
I stayed on, then stayed off
You n*ggas ain't got a ring yet
We all still in the playoffs
Yellow tails the motivate me
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Ratchet hoes they hatin' too
Say the city got a n*gga over rated
I grind hard like I never ate
My childhood years ain't never played
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I remember nights I ate noodles, no condiments on a n*gga plate
I watched my daddy cook a lot of work, while the other kids went outside and play
I ain't tryin' to raise mine like that, I'm chasin' dreams like Dr. King
Gotta give it out themud by any means
I'd sprayed sh*t at he enemy
I'm blowin' loud, my eyes tight
Then i swear to god I come for
My momma home, My sista home but i talked to god don't bend them knees
Everyday is something mane
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Outsiders gettin' on your nerves
n*ggas goin' back on they word
Rap game like the dope game
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No extra friends we gettin it in
Real [?] No extra
I really do it for Louisiana
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I really do it for Louisiana
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