Guerilla Maab Put Yo Hood Up Lyrics

Put Yo Hood Up Lyrics

f/ Big Pokey, Jay'Ton



(*talking*)

Whooo, one mo' gin, yes sir

It's your boy Dougie D, live on the mic

You know I'm talkin bout, we straight up

Representing in here, me and my family

Know I'm saying, we straight up smashing the gas

Know I'm saying, we representing it to the fullest

From H-Town to yo town, straight up, we ain't skurred

Chunking it up everywhere we go, feel us



[Hook - 2x]

If you real, won't you go and throw your hood up

And if you skurred, all you bitches gotta raise up

Then off to the South, the streets would of made us

We making money, but we never let it change us



[Big Pokey]

Like my nigga Hard say, it ain't on a nigga once but twice

From the jump niggas know, it's Yellowstone for life

Tap a nigga dome, act a phone with the right

It's a four car collision, when my chrome hit the light

X-Ray vision, when I size niggas up

See two wheels fall off, when I ride nigga what

2-4/3-65, hugging the block

I'm in the hundred, Trae in the 6, Doug in a drop

Letting it up letting it down, hauling the tops

Two pigeons on the dashboard, snub in the spot

Since you got your mask on dog, mug my dot

Many pieces be separated, when slugs pop out

Some niggas chase paper, some niggas try it

Some niggas want a piece, some want the pie

Some niggas wanna skeet, me I want a lot

I'm the same cat, crossed over by my change black



[Hook - 2x]



[Trae]

Throw your hood up, everybody get crunked up

Parking lot we dropped up, on buttons we cocked up

Creased out and we rocked, for hatas we glocked up

If your bopper mouth open, fa sho they get stopped up

Guerilla Maab who we be, me, Z-Ro and Dougie D

Representing for the S.U.C., with P-O-K to the E

Y we so fly, but gangstally motivated

From corners we educated, so hatas get confiscated

Rated by these pitbulls, and these untamed guerillas

Mic wreckers and head bustas, we owe ya then we gon get ya

So niggas better get the picture, if not then you long gone

Throw your motherfucking set up, 'fore you get your chest gone



[Jay'Ton]

Made to the back, it ain't time no for the champ plexing

I grab for the gat, tell everybody be dropping flat

And ducking from the S.L.A.B.er, wood grain when I grab-a

Drop it trunk knocker, on choppas looking for boppers

And wrecking the parking lot, at every club

Sideways tripping and tipping, when I'm on Dubs

Put it up for the West and the West, and I represent

With that room, we hiding behind tint



[Hook - 2x]



[Dougie D]

I'm a Southsider, Houston Texan to be exact

Down in the Dirty Dirty, Dougie representing that

Look I'm a hood nigga from hood callers, and hood blocks

Ducking hood shots, and bob and weaving the hood spots

Niggas try to hate me, and violate me and prosecute me

Never knew nothing to me, cause I'm too thoed for them rookies

Look the streets made me, streets love me and streets hate me

So the streets pay me, motherfucker it's all gravy

Want it all baby, never gon let the money change me

Only thing that may change, the way I just done roll updated

Got a large family, it's a bunch of us need to be happy

Them hood daddies, on the grind and making me happy

Pimping pens and graphics, this aint no lolly gagging and capping

I mask the track and Trae po' codeine, and Jay'Ton back me

Nigga holla at me, motherfucker you know the deal

We Southside for life, and nigga that's for real



[Hook - 4x]