Throw It Up (Remix) lyrics

by

Styles P


[Intro: Lil Jon, Pastor Troy, Lil Bo & Big Sam]
Let's go, let's go
Yeahhhh! (yo, yo)
Lil Jon and the motherf*ckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), ok, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on), we represent for everybody, everybody
All the real n*ggas in America (come on)
Where you at or where the f*ck you from (come on)
We represent for y'all (come on), who (come on), we represent for
G-A, (throw it up), Naptown, (throw it up)
Tennessee, (throw it up), St. Louis, (throw it up)
J-Ville, (throw it up), Mississippi, (throw it up)
Alabama, (throw it up), V-A, (throw it up)
Detroit, (throw it up), D-C, (throw it up)
Dallas, Texas, (throw it up), the Carolinas, (throw it up)
Houston n*ggas, (throw it up), Louisianna, (throw it up)
The Bay n*ggas, (throw it up), let's go

[Chorus: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz]
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up (where you from), throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
[Verse 1: Lil Jon & the Eastside Boyz]
Back up b*tch, get the f*ck out my way
Hey, move the f*ck back b*tch, move the f*ck back
Back up b*tch, get the f*ck out my way
Hey, move the f*ck back b*tch, move the f*ck back
What you looking at n*gga, what you looking at n*gga
Not me or my click, we too trill my n*gga
What you looking at n*gga, what you looking at n*gga
Not me or my click, we too trill my n*gga
We too deep off in this b*tch, we too deep off in this b*tch
It's more of us than it is in the club stupid b*tch
We too deep off in this b*tch, we too deep off in this b*tch
It's more of us than it is in the club stupid b*tch
Y'all n*ggas over there, y'all n*ggas ain't sh*t
Y'all hoes over there, y'all hoes ain't sh*t
We run this, what, we run this, what
We run this, what, we run this, what

[Chorus: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz]
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up (where you from), throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
The last n*gga is the Pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know (come on), I don't play no motherf*cking games
D-S-G-B, you know the name
Wood grain in the motherf*cking Dooley truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgie tuft
And I got my helmet hanging out the window
Ready to bust the head of a f*cking pretender
n*gga as soon as I enter you know I'm making noise
Pastor Troy and the East Side Boyz
A-K bustin', I ride the whole clip
I c*ck that ho and let it motherf*cking rip
To sank ship is what I live for
f*ck him (haha), f*ck her (come on)
I'm representing, put some more Yak in my mug (come on)
So I can throw it up

[Chorus: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz]
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up (where you from), throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
[Interlude: Lil Jon]
Yeah, ok, ok, hold the f*ck up, hold the f*ck up, yeah
I'm looking round this b*tch, aha
I see a lot of n*ggas ain't throwin' up sh*t, what
Y'all n*ggas must be scared to represent your sh*t, you scared
You must be scared n*gga, you scared
f*ck that sh*t, f*ck it
All my real n*ggas, what's up, that's proud of they hood, yeah
All my real ladies, yeah, that's proud of they hood, yeah
And they ain't never been scared, yeah
Say this sh*t, yeah

[Bridge: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz]
b*tch I ain't scared, b*tch I ain't scared
b*tch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherf*cker
b*tch I ain't scared, b*tch I ain't scared
b*tch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherf*cker
b*tch I ain't scared, b*tch I ain't scared
b*tch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherf*cker
b*tch I ain't scared, b*tch I ain't scared
b*tch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherf*cker

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Born in the dirty dirty, stop and they still spinnin'
They tried to hit me like 50 but b*tch I'm still livin'
Flinch and I get ya hit, do it like them Georgia boys
The A-K with the rubber grip, it's something they ain't seen before
Look Jon I think they scared, let's bring them down south
And show 'em how the Chevy's look and how our hoes bounce
Shorty don't want no trouble, shorty don't wanna fight
But let him keep talkin' I bet ya shorty gon' die tonight
I planned on gettin' put out the club before I came
My hood down for whatever, we all ride with them thangs
Breakin' bottles across n*ggas heads, f*ck what a hater said
Them gangstas don't live long as the ones that ain't breakin' bread
I tried to keep it up, just quit and let my man's get it
Don't see no bricks but I still got my hands in it
CashVille Ten-A-key, I told y'all I'm a blow it up
G-Unit soldier, my n*gga, now come and throw it up

[Chorus: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz]
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up (where you from), throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
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