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 d**k 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 d**k 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 bulls*it
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 h**s
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 a**hole
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 h*e 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 h*es
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