niggaz and my bitches Throw yo hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up And if ya'll smoke weed like we smoke weed Let me hear ya'll scream, oh yeah Throw yo hood up
imma pimp Go ahead throw your hood in da air If yall ride dubs liek we ride dubs Then let me hear yall scream o0o0o yaaaa Throw yo hood up And tear the club up
Übersetzung: Lil 'Flip. Throw Up Yo 'Hood.
liners and what I make up will fuck up your skin I pick the buck up and buck buck and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin
right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home nigga Yeah, we made it Yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam Yeah, check it out Staten Island
Turn it up [echoes] Uhh, yeah I hear a beat like this, and think about growin up House parties, with gangbangers showin up Represent your hood, everybody throw it up
on I'm tryin' to climb behind ya spine Hold up lil mama, Slow ya ass down Pick it up, Throw ya ass down Now throw ya ass around An scream me name I can
fools make a nigga wanna thug Like shots of patron make a nigga wanna fuck But I ain't on that shit so I'm a throw my hands up And keep it sexy pimpin
fools that make a nigga wanna cut, Like shots of Patron make a nigga wanna fuck, But I ain't on that shit so Ima throw my hands up, And keep it sexy pimpin
around *** that *** Biggie and 'Pac Like Rita Guerrero, *** took her to the top She'll give you some brains, you let her throw up the Roc Let her put on your chain, she'll throw
deserve to get throwed, throwed Well, I came in the door, I said it befo' I never fuck a hoe without head no more I never pull up in nuttin' less than
and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, just got some drank from that boy with that bird, and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, now you
my nigga Born That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home nigga Yeah, we made it yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam yeah, check
Custom bucket seats, baby, I knew you would Yo, yo, pull in that 7-7 Cutlass and I'm throwed Got the swivel seats, gear shift in the flo' Underneath the hood
can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's [Chorus 2X - Flip] We throw bows, we blow
} Verse two: { lil' ya} How could bitches fuck with Million dollar nigga's how ya figure? It's all good for you to stroll through my hood V.l. throw suspicious rock's at yo
