Mustard, DOM KENNEDY, RJmrLA, Royce The Choice - Throw Your Hood Up lyrics

All my Detroit niggas!
All my LA niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up all my NO niggas!
All my BMO niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up all my NY niggas!
All my ChiTown niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up
All my GA 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
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

All my Detroit niggas!
All my LA niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up all my NO niggas!
All my BMO niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up all my NY niggas!
All my ChiTown niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up
All my GA 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
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they
Nigga got murked everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol

Not a rapper, way too street with it
All I did was take my life and
Put a Mustard beat with it
I'm deep with it, believe in it
I speak it if I did that
I'll "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 'fore
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

All my Detroit niggas!
All my LA niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up all my NO niggas!
All my BMO niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up all my NY niggas!
All my ChiTown niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up
All my GA 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
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they
Nigga got murked everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol

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
That bitch will snort it, heyayeee!

All my Detroit niggas!
All my LA niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up all my NO niggas!
All my BMO niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up all my NY niggas!
All my ChiTown niggas, where ya at
Throw your hood up
All my GA 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
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they
Nigga got murked everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol