| Yeah this Roy Jones Jr.
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| Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin’down
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| The undisputed light heavyweight ch&ion of the world
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| We about to knock niggas heads off with this put yo hood up remix
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| Lil’Jone and the East Side Boyz
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| Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte
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| Represent y’all in the hood tonight
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| Yeah, yeah, uh uh Put yo hood up Put yo hood up Put yo hood up Put yo hood up Put yo click up Put yo click up Put yo click up Put yo click up Represent yo shit motherfucker
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| Represent yo shit motherfucker
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| Represent yo click motherfucker
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| Represent yo click motherfucker
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| I hold a 44 from the side angle
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| Gunshots below the waist’ll make ya thigh dangle
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| Uh you know Kiss, all I do is puff hem all day
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| Gettin’money in the Bluff or on MLK
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| Since they brough gold back
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| I bought me a gold mack
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| To explode I leave ya back on Old National
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| I’m in a gentlemen’s club with gentlemen thugs
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| But they call my hood pool dog cause we swimmin’in drugs
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| Get high, get drunk, and we get shit crunk
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| Violate you might die or just get jumped
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| Jadakiss, Lil’Jon and them Eastside Boyz
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| D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys
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| Double R till they put me in the ground
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| And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me in the pound
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| Stop actin’like a bitch you scared
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| What up niggas the remix, put yo hood up niggas
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| It’s the dirty boy’s home town, yeah bitch I’m on now
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| Act any motherfuckin’way I want cause shit I’m in my own house
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| Music — extra, extra loud
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| Shorties — extra, extra out
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| My flows — four mics, get The Source bitch and check it out
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| I came to knock this bastard down
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| Juic — ya bleedin’now
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| You be it — the Petey style
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| Why — hit the curb man I got 'em
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| With the open mouth
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| All I hear is oohs and awes
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| What ya mama said, damn Petey king now
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| Pow, I’m on they tails now
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| Helicopter well now
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| From Carolina to the ATL, it’s hell now
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| Ah, simmer down, simmer down
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| Before they kick our ass out
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| Lil’Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah now
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| Ha ha, keep the fame nigga I’m in it for the dough
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| Fuck the glow, what’s the sense if you ain’t got cash to blow
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| I had to shift my gears from fast to slow
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| And get it past they time
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| Hopin’that when I call home they dead or press the nine
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| I bet yo hood can’t fuck with mine
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| Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around
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| And niggas just don’t crack they leak
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| And they too quick to quack they beak
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| You hungry nigga’s ribs touchin’what
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| Now you want half my meat
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| You know the narrow
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| Nigga I still run with the four pound metals
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| Still lacin’the tracks with the pain of the ghetto
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| You boys livin’a dream like the Cosbys
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| And I’m tell ya one mo’time, no that ain’t me on Foxy
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| Don’t get it twisted I got hitters that’ll do you in And if the Feds come I got hitters that’ll do my ten
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| With no problem, on every song I plant my flow blossom
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| From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte AKA The Apostle
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| Bia bia — put yo click up and shout it out loud
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| Bia bia — put yo click up and shout it out loud
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| Bia bia — get buck in the motherfuckin’crowd
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| Bia bia — get buck in the motherfuckin’crowd
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| We run this bitch, yo click ain’t shit
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| We run this bitch, yo click ain’t shit
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| We run this bitch, yo click ain’t shit
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| We run this bitch, yo click ain’t shit
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| Say nigga fuck you — fuck you
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| Nigga fuck you — fuck you
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| Nigga fuck you — fuck you
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| Nigga fuck you — fuck you
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| Nigga fuck you — fuck you
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| Nigga fuck you — fuck you
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| Nigga fuck you — fuck you
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| Nigga fuck you — fuck you
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| Nigga fuck you — fuck you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put Yo Hood Up Remix, artist - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Album song Part II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп