Lil Jon - Throw It Up Part 2 Lyrics

Let's go, let's go
Yeah! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the motherf*ckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), OK, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on), we represent for everybody, everybody
All the real niggas in America (come on)
Where you at or where the f*ck you from (come on)
We represent for y'all (come on), who (come on), we represent for

T-A, throw it up, Memph town, throw it up
Tennessee, throw it up, St. Louis, throw it up
J-Ville, throw it up, Mississippi, throw it up
Alabama, throw it up, V-A, throw it up
Detroit, throw it up, D-C, throw it up
Dallas, Texas, throw it up, the Carolinas, throw it up
Houston niggas, throw it up, Louisianna, throw it up
The Bay niggas, throw it up, let's go

Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up (where you from), throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club

Back up bitch, get the f*ck out my way
Hey, move the f*ck back bitch, move the f*ck back
Back up bitch, get the f*ck out my way
Hey, move the f*ck back bitch, move the f*ck back
What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga
What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga
We too deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch
It's more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch
We too deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch
It's more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch
Y'all niggas over there, y'all niggas ain't shit
Y'all hoes over there, y'all hoes ain't shit
We run this, what, we run this, what
We run this, what, we run this, what

Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up (where you from), throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club

The last nigga is the Pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know (come on), I don't play no motherf*cking games
D-S-G-B, you know the name
Wood grain in the motherf*cking Dooley truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgie tuft
And I got my helmet hanging out the window
Ready to bust the head of a f*cking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter you know I'm making noise
Pastor Troy and the East Side Boyz
A-K bustin', I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it motherf*cking rip
To sank ship is what I live for
F*ck him (ha ha), f*ck her (come on)
I'm representing, put some more Yak in my mug (come on)
So I can throw it up

Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up (where you from), throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club

Yeah, OK, OK, hold the f*ck up, hold the f*ck up, yeah
I'm looking round this bitch, aha
I see a lot of niggaz ain't throwin' up shit, what
Y'all niggas must be scared to represent your shit, you scared
You must be scared nigga, you scared
F*ck that shit, f*ck it
All my real niggas, what's up, that's proud of they hood, yeah
All my real ladies, yeah, that's proud of they hood, yeah
And they ain't never been scared, yeah
Say this shit, yeah

Bitch I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherf*cker
Bitch I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherf*cker
Bitch I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherf*cker
Bitch I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherf*cker

Born in the dirty, dirty, stop and they still spinnin'
They tried to hit me like 50 but bitch I'm still livin'
Flinch and I get ya hit, do it like them Georgia boys
The A-K with the rubber grip, it's something they ain't seen before
Look Jon I think they scared, let's bring them down south
And show 'em how the Chevy's look and how our hoes bounce
Shorty don't want no trouble, shorty don't wanna fight
But let him keep talkin' I bet ya shorty gon' die tonight
I planned on gettin' put out the club before I came
My hood down for whatever, we all ride with them thangs
Breakin' bottles across niggaz heads, f*ck what a hater said
Them gangstas don't live long as the ones that ain't breakin' bread
I tried to keep it up, just quit and let my man's get it
Don't see no bricks but I still got my hands in it
Cash then I turn a key, I told y'all I'm a blow it up
G-Unit soldier, my nigga, now come and throw it up

Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up motherf*cker, throw it up
Throw it up (where you from), throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club