Lyrical Breakdown of Throw It Up Part 2 (Ft. Pastor Troy & Waka Flocka Flame) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Lil Jon - Throw It Up
Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club
Back up bitch get the fuck out my way
(Aye move the fuck back bitch, Move the fuck back)
What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)
We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this
bitch
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)
Yall niggas over there (yall niggas aint shit)
Yall hoes over there (yall hoes aint shit)
We run this (what)
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know: I don't play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hangin out the winda
Ready to bust the head:.of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know im making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK bustin I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
Im representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up
Ok ok hold the fuck up hold the fuck up
I'm looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas aint throwin up shit (What)
Ya'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
Fuck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies that's proud of they hood
And they aint never been scared
Say this shit
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
I aint scared mother fucker
Im gon represent where Im from
In the back of the club my tommy gun
Though when I chill
Fuckin burn one
Leave up out the club it's me little Jon
Ballin in the Benzes
Switchin up lanes
Talkin much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white fuckin S fucking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
Imma throw it up bitch and I aint scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up