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lil jon & the east side boyz - put yo hood up (remix) lyrics

[intro: roy jones jr.]
yeah this roy jones jr
pound for pound the baddest thing throwin’ down
the undisputed light heavyweight champion of the world
we about to knock n-ggas heads off with this put yo hood up remix
lil’ jon, east side boyz
jadakiss, petey pablo, chyna whyte
let’s see yall represent ya hood tonight, aight?
yeah, yeah, uh uh

[chorus: lil jon]
put yo hood up
put yo hood up
put yo hood up
put yo hood up
put yo cl!ck up
put yo cl!ck up
put yo cl!ck up
put yo cl!ck up
represent yo sh-t motherf-cker
represent yo sh-t motherf-cker
represent yo cl!ck motherf-cker
represent yo cl!ck motherf-cker

[verse 1: jadakiss, jadakiss & lil jon]
if i hold a 44 from the side angle
gunshots below the waist’ll make ya thigh dangle
uh you know kiss (you know me), all i do is puff hem all day (uh-huh)
gettin’ money in the bluff or on mlk
since they brought gold back
i bought me a gold mack
to explode i leave ya back on old national
i’m in a gentlemen’s club with gentlemen thugs (uh)
but they call my hood the pool dog cause we swimmin’ in drugs
we get high, get drunk, and we get sh-t crunk
violate you might die or just get jumped
jadakiss, lil’ jon and them eastside boyz (ha-ha)
d-block, every n-gga got at least five toys (uh-huh)
double r till they put me in the ground
and i come back as a bullet, n-gga put me in the pound
stop actin’ like a b-tch you scared
what up n-ggas the remix, put yo hood up n-ggas (uh)

[verse 2: petey pablo]
it’s the dirty boy’s home town, yeah b-tch i’m on now
act any motherf-ckin’ way i want cause sh-t i’m in my own house
music – extra, extra loud
shorties – extra, extra out
my flows – four mics, get the source b-tch and check it out
i came to knock this b-st-rd down
juic – ya bleedin’ now
you be it – the petey style
why – hit the curb man i got ’em
with the open mouth
all i hear is oohs and awes
what ya mama said, d-mn petey king now
pow, i’m on they tails now
helicopter well now
from carolina to the atl, it’s h-ll now
ah, simmer down, simmer down
before they kick our -ss out
lil’ jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah now

[verse 3: chyna whyte]
ha ha, keep the fame n-gga i’m in it for the dough
f-ck the glow, what’s the sense if you ain’t got cash to blow
i had to shift my gears from fast to slow
and get it past they time
hopin’ that when i call home they dead or press the nine
i bet yo hood can’t f-ck with mine
ooh the language i speak when them people roll around
and n-ggas just don’t crack they leak
and they too quick to quack they beak
you hungry n-gga’s ribs touchin’ what
now you want half my meat
you know the narrow
n-gga i still run with the four pound metals
still lacin’ the tracks with the pain of the ghetto
you boys livin’ a dream like the cosbys
and i’m tell ya one mo’ time, no that ain’t me on foxy
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
with no problem, on every song i plant my flow blossom
from guns to gospel, chyna whyte aka the apostle

[verse 4: lil’ jon & the east side boyz]
bia bia – put yo cl!ck up and shout it out loud
bia bia – put yo cl!ck up and shout it out loud
bia bia – get buck in the motherf-ckin’ crowd
bia bia – get buck in the motherf-ckin’ crowd
we run this b-tch, yo cl!ck ain’t sh-t
we run this b-tch, yo cl!ck ain’t sh-t
we run this b-tch, yo cl!ck ain’t sh-t
we run this b-tch, yo cl!ck ain’t sh-t
say n-gga f-ck you – f-ck you
n-gga f-ck you – f-ck you
n-gga f-ck you – f-ck you
n-gga f-ck you – f-ck you
n-gga f-ck you – f-ck you
n-gga f-ck you – f-ck you
n-gga f-ck you – f-ck you
n-gga f-ck you – f-ck you
n-gga f-ck you – f-ck you

- lil jon the east side boyz lyrics

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