Throw Your Hood Up

All my Detroit niggas!

All my L.A. niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up

All my N.O. niggas!

All my BNo niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up

All my N.Y. niggas!

All my ChiTown niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up

All my G.A. niggas! Hol' up

All my Bay niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up

Everybody got problems!

Everybody got shirts cause they nigga got murked

Everybody got issues!

Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol

I'm relaxing, getting high

Niggas ain't shit, I'm just rapping on the side

Told 'em pussy, paper, passion and some pride

I got everything a nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas is hiding, there's no chance

Two step, my niggas just don't dance

If you ever say my name, nigga, we throw hands

Told him Pushaz Ink the program, we hold bands

On that OpM shit, you know we in this

With the extra, extra, talk all reckless

Bitch in real life, yeah, that's what I expected, nigga

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 niggas 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 bitch dinner

(Ol' pussy ass niggas) 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

Bitch, 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 nigga I don't like

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 nigga tryna ball, set a screen for me

Birds of a feather waiting on a wing for me

And I'll never let a nigga think for me

I just need the suicides with the seats bloody

Look, I'll trade a morc like a logo

For any real nigga ever put up on a Polo

Oh no, now it go, those niggas

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 niggas want war but can't afford it

Put ya life on the line, now bitches snort it, huh