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dj mustard - throw your hood up كلمات الأغنية

[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 -ss pistol

[verse 1 – dom kennedy:]
i’m relaxing, getting high
—-as ain’t sh-t, i’m just rapping on the side
told ’em p-ssy, paper, p-ssion 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-tch 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!” “h-llo?” and have them —-as where you live at
tuesdays and thursdays, them white people jumping out
problems on my d-ck, 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-tch dinner
(ol’ p-ssy -ss —-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-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 —-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 bl–dy
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-tches snort it, huh

[bridge + hook]

- dj mustard

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