Throw it up-Lil Jon

歌手 : Lil Jon

专辑 : 初冬时临，封竹听冬

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:54

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TXT Throw it up-Lil Jon 文本歌词

Throw it up - Lil Jon (乔纳森·史密斯)

Aye Boo get these motherf**kers

And pass that jack

I see you b**ches talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' sh*t

Get the f**k from 'round here

You don't rep my sh*t

You ain't from my city

You don't know about this

You don't want that drama

You ain't ready for it b**ch

Now throw it up (Yeah ho)

Throw it up Throw it up

Throw it up (Yeah ho)

You ain't ready for it b**ch

Throw it up (Yeah ho)

Throw it up Throw it up

You ain't ready for it b**ch

I already got 2 cars in a yard that don't run

So why would I wanna break sh*t down for you

Better be confused with

The punch lines and bars that I lunch

Here the king if archery come

Wit' a cracker dick to f**k you

And that p**sy carpet you munch

If I'm not hardly the one

You must be barely the one

Billy if really you're kiddin'

B**ch I'm the prodigal son

And I'm stuntin' like my daddy

Dr-dr-drinkin' like my mama

Co-co-country like my uncle

Stuttering like a CD in a dunk

P-p-p-punk

And I'm in a blue Chevy runnin'

Over motherf**kers in first

I ain't even shift gears yet

I ain't even here yet

I'm outta this earth right (yeah ho)

But I just hit the surface and

I'm bout to walk into a bank

Wit' a shank and a black can of

Paint and check the clerk where the keys

B**ch you better check your purse

I got a brick of herb

And I hit the syrup and I'm feeling like

I might just hit the curb

So get the f**k outta my way buddy

You don't wanna walk around the chicken

House with a hawk little puppy dog

Yelawolf and Eminem sh*t

Sufferin' succotash yeah suck a dick b**ch

I see you b**ches talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' sh*t

Get the f**k from round' here

You don't rep my sh*t

You ain't from my city

You don't know about this

You don't want that drama

You ain't ready for it b**ch

Now throw it up (Yeah ho)

Throw it up Throw it up

Throw it up (Yeah ho)

You ain't ready for it b**ch

Throw it up (Yeah ho)

Throw it up Throw it up

Throw it up (Yeah ho)

You ain't ready for it b**ch

B**ch please you don't want to step up to this Mrs

G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a ni**a hit his knees

When I'm up in the building

Preaching to my children

I don't be taking no sh*t from you haters

You'll make me hurt one of your feelings

(ha ha ha ha ha)

Naa naa ne naa naa

Pick yo face up off the flo'

I got you feeling sad naa

You be on that hokeewag

Hokeewag is bullshit

Run into this gangsta

Have your preacher at the pulpit b**ch

I was born on the Mississippi River

Take no sh*t from a b**ch or a ni**a

So so crazy got a f**ked up temper

Bipolar not Nikki

I'm worsa I'll hurt cha

I gotta crazy a** mind game

My ni**a I'm a lion untamed

Hunt your a** down in my jungle

I do this I tell them hoes

You ain't ready for it b**ch

I see you b**ches talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' sh*t

Get the f**k from round' here

You don't rep my sh*t

You ain't from my city

You don't know about this

You don't want that drama

You ain't ready for it b**ch

Now throw it up (Yeah ho)

Throw it up Throw it up

Throw it up (Yeah ho)

You ain't ready for it b**ch

Throw it up (Yeah ho)

Throw it up Throw it up

Throw it up (Yeah ho)

You ain't ready for it b**ch

I see you b**ches talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' sh*t

Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherf**ker

You ain't got the oomph you're

A hoof to the foot of an elephant

Hello toots you look so eloquent

That's what I tell a cunt

Come sit up front cause you're kickin' my seat

And I'm tryin' to the tell the cashier what I want

They say I act like an asshole

When I pull up at the White Castle

And I ask for an appli-cation

Throw it back in their face and

Tell the b**ch I'm a rapper then I wrap her

In the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK

You expect me to be proper

B**ch you better pop in a CD

Of me immediately slut hoe skeedideedada

Prada Not a chance I was thinkin' about

Buyin' you some clothes

But Target was closed

So I decided to mosey on over to

K-Mart but the doors

Was locked what about some shoes

I thought great I suppose

So I go to Payless but what'dya know

They didn't carry a size 8 in hoes

Oh This is ugly boy swag puttin' toe

Tags on you motherf**kin' ho bags

What a trailer trash pioneer

I am yeah that's why I'm here

I don't got a rhyme book it's more like

A motherf**kin' diary that diarrhea

Me Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show

You a thing or two

'Bout sign language middle fingers aimed at you

So we don't gotta scream at you

Ow I just bit my bottom lip it was an accident

I went to go tell 'em all to go get f**ked

But I'm never gonna bite

My tongue little b**ch throw it up

I see you b**ches talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' sh*t