Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz ft. Pastor Troy & Young Buck Throw It Up Lyrics

[Lil' Jon]
Let's go, let's go
Yeahhhh! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the m_________in' 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 n____z in America (come on)
Where you at or where the f___ you from (come on)
We represent for y'all (come on), who (come on), we represent for

[Lil' Jon]
G-A, throw it up, naptown 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 n____z, throw it up, Louisiana, throw it up
The Bay n____z, throw it up, let's go

[Lil' Jon]
Throw it up m_________er, throw it up
Throw it up m_________er, throw it up
Throw it up m_________er, throw it up
Throw it up (where you from), throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the f___ out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f___ out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f___ out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the f___ out the club

[Lil' Jon]
Back up b____, get the f___ out my way
Hey, move the f___ back b____, move the f___ back
Back up b____, get the f___ out my way
Hey, move the f___ back b____, move the f___ back
What you looking at n____, what you looking at n____
Not me or my click, we too trill my n____
What you looking at n____, what you looking at n____
Not me or my click, we too trill my n____
We too deep off in this b____, we too deep off in this b____
It's more of us than it is in the club stupid b____
We too deep off in this b____, we too deep off in this b____
It's more of us than it is in the club stupid b____
Y'all n____z over there, y'all n____z ain't s___
Y'all hoes over there, y'all hoes ain't s___
We run this, what, we run this, what
We run this, what, we run this, what

[Pastor Troy]
The last n____ is the Pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know (come on), I don't play no m_________ing games
D-S-G-B, you know the name
Wood grain in the m_________ing 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___ing pretender
n____ 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 c___ that hoe and let it m_________ing rip
To sank ship is what I live for
f___ him (haha), f___ her (come on)
I'm representing, put some more Yak in my mug (come on)
So I can throw it up

[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, ok, ok, hold the f___ up, hold the f___ up, yeah
I'm looking round this b____, aha
I see a lot of n____z ain't throwin' up s___, what
Y'all n____z must be scared to represent your s___, you scared
You must be scared n____, you scared
f___ that s___, f___ it
All my real n____z, 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 s___, yeah

[Lil' Jon]
b____ I ain't scared, b____ I ain't scared
b____ I ain't scared, I ain't scared m_________er
b____ I ain't scared, b____ I ain't scared
b____ I ain't scared, I ain't scared m_________er
b____ I ain't scared, b____ I ain't scared
b____ I ain't scared, I ain't scared m_________er
b____ I ain't scared, b____ I ain't scared
b____ I ain't scared, I ain't scared m_________er

[Young Buck]
Born in the dirty, dirty, stop and they still spinnin'
They tried to hit me like 50 but b____ 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 'cross n____z heads, f___ 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
Cashville, Tennekey. I told you Imma blow it up
G-Unit Soldier, my n____. Now go on and throw it up.