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Dj Mustard - Throw Your Hood Up Lyrics

Throw Your Hood Up Song Lyrics
Throw Your Hood Up by Dj Mustard [Bridge - RJ:]
All my Detroit ****as!
All my L.A. ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my N.O. ****as!
All my BNo ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my N.Y. ****as!
All my ChiTown ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my G.A. ****as! Hol' up
All my Bay ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up

[Hook - RJ (x2):]
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they ****a got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol

[Verse 1 - Dom Kennedy:]
I'm relaxing, getting high
****as ain't sh*t, I'm just rapping on the side
Told 'em pussy, paper, passion and some pride
I got everything a ****a 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 ****a 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 ****as is hiding, there's no chance
Two step, my ****as just don't dance
If you ever say my name, ****a, 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**ch in real life, yeah, that's what I expected, ****a

[Bridge + Hook]

[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 D with it, believe in it, I speak it if I did that
I "Doo doo!" "Hello?" and have them ****as where you live at
Tuesdays and thursdays, them white people jumping out
Problems on my dick, have your girlfriend suck it out
A born sinner, but live killers die winners
I'll cook my momma dope before I cook a b**ch dinner
(Ol' pussy ass ****as) 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**ch, 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 ****a I don't like

[Bridge + Hook]

[Verse 3 - RJ:]
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 ****a tryna ball, set a screen for me
Birds of a feather waiting on a wing for me
And I'll never let a ****a think for me
I just need the suicides with the seats bloody
Look, I'll trade a morc like a logo
For any real ****a ever put up on a Polo
Oh no, now it go, those ****as
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 ****as want war but can't afford it
Put ya life on the line, now b**ches snort it, huh

[Bridge + Hook]