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letra de throw your hood up - mustard

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[bridge: rj]
all my detroit n-ggas!
all my l.a. n-ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
all my n.o. n-ggas!
all my bmo n-ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
all my n.y. n-ggas!
all my chitown n-ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
all my g.a. n-ggas! hol’ up
all my bay n-ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up

[hook: rj]
everybody got problems!
everybody got shirts cause they n-gga got murked
everybody got issues!
everybody walk around with a big -ss pistol
everybody got problems!
everybody got shirts cause they n-gga got murked
everybody got issues!
everybody walk around with a big -ss pistol

[verse 1: dom kennedy]
i’m relaxing, getting high
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, i’m just rapping on the side
told ’em p-ssy, paper, p-ssion and some pride
i got everything a n-gga 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 n-gga 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 n-ggas is hiding, there’s no chance
two step, my n-ggas just don’t dance
if you ever say my name, n-gga, we throw hands
told him pushaz ink the program, we hold bands
on that opm sh-t, you know we in this
with the extra, extra, talk all reckless
b-tch in real life, yeah, that’s what i expected, n-gga

[bridge: rj]
all my detroit n-ggas!
all my l.a. n-ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
all my n.o. n-ggas!
all my bmo n-ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
all my n.y. n-ggas!
all my chitown n-ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up
all my g.a. n-ggas! hol’ up
all my bay n-ggas, where ya at, throw your hood up

[verse 2: royce the choice]
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!” “h-llo?” and have them n-ggas where you live at
tuesdays and thursdays, them white people jumping out
problems on my d-ck, have your girlfriend suck it out
a born sinner, but live k!llers die winners
i’ll cook my momma dope ‘fore i cook a b-tch dinner
(ol’ p-ssy -ss n-ggas) 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
b-tch, 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 n-gga i don’t like

[verse 3: rj]
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 n-gga tryna ball, set a screen for me
birds of a feather waiting on a wing for me
and i’ll never let a n-gga think for me
i just need the suicides with the seats bl–dy
look, i’ll trade a morc like a logo
for any real n-gga ever put up on a polo
oh no, now it go, those n-ggas
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 n-ggas want war but can’t afford it
put ya life on the line, that b-tch will snort it, heyyyayeee!

- mustard

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