lil jon
throw it up
[Chorus] Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up [Repeat: x4] If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club [Repeat: x4]  [Lil Jon (Eastside Boyz)] Back up bitch get the fuck out my way [Repeat: x2] (Aye move the fuck back bitch, Move the fuck back)  What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga [Repeat: x2] (Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)  We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch [Repeat: x4] (Its 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)  [Chorus]  [Pastor Troy] The last nigga is the pastor Ready to blast ya You know, I don't play no mother fucking games DSGB you know the name Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft And I got my helmet hanging out the winda Ready to bust the head, of a fucking pretender Nigga as soon as I enter You know I'm making noise Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz AK busting I ride the whole clip I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip To sank shit is what I live for Fuck him, Fuck her I'm representing  Put some more Yak in my mug So I can throw it up  [Chorus]  [Lil Jon] Ok ok hold the fuck up hold the fuck up I'm looking round this bitch  I see a lot of niggas ain't throwin up shit (What) Ya'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared) You must be scared nigga (Scared) Fuck that shit All my real niggas that proud of they hood All my real ladies that's proud of they hood And they ain't never been scared  Say this shit  [Repeat: x4] Bitch I ain't scared  Bitch I ain't scared  Bitch I ain't scared  I ain't scared mother fucker  [Pastor Troy] I'm goin' represent where I'm from In the back of the club my Tommy gun Though when I chill Fucking burn one Leave up out the club it's me little Jon Balling in the Benzes Switching up lanes Talking much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine  All white fucking S fucking six Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich My whole click ready to bust some heads I'ma throw it up bitch and I ain't scared Pastor Troy mother fucker  You know the routine  Represent for the home team Throw it up  [Chorus]