Lil` Jon And The Eastside Boys Put Yo Hood Up (remix) Lyrics

Put Yo Hood Up (remix) Lyrics

(feat. Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte)

 

 (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 niggas heads off with this put yo hood up remix

 Lil' Jone and the East Side Boyz

 Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte

 Represent y'all in the hood tonight

 Yeah, yeah, uh uh

 

 (Hook)

 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

 Represent yo shit motherfucker

 Represent yo click motherfucker

 Represent yo click motherfucker

 

 (Verse 1 - Jadakiss)

 I hold a 44 from the side angle

 Gunshots below the waist'll make ya thigh dangle

 Uh you know Kiss, all I do is puff hem all day

 Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK

 Since they brough 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

 But they call my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugs

 Get high, get drunk, and we get shit crunk

 Violate you might die or just get jumped

 Jadakiss, Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz

 D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys

 Double R till they put me in the ground

 And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me in the pound

 Stop actin' like a bitch you scared

 What up niggas the remix, put yo hood up niggas

 

 (Hook)

 

 (Verse 2 - Petey Pablo)

 It's the dirty boy's home town, yeah bitch I'm on now

 Act any motherfuckin' way I want cause shit I'm in my own house

 Music - extra, extra loud

 Shorties - extra, extra out

 My flows - four mics, get The Source bitch and check it out

 I came to knock this bastard 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, damn Petey king now

 Pow, I'm on they tails now

 Helicopter well now

 >From Carolina to the ATL, it's hell now

 Ah, simmer down, simmer down

 Before they kick our ass out

 Lil' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah now

 

 (Hook)

 

 (Verse 3 - Chyna Whyte)

 Ha ha, keep the fame nigga I'm in it for the dough

 Fuck 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 fuck with mine

 Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around

 And niggas just don't crack they leak

 And they too quick to quack they beak

 You hungry nigga's ribs touchin' what

 Now you want half my meat

 You know the narrow

 Nigga 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 5 - Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz)

 Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud

 Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud

 Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd

 Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd

 We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit

 We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit

 We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit

 We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit

 Say nigga fuck you - fuck you

 Nigga fuck you - fuck you

 Nigga fuck you - fuck you

 Nigga fuck you - fuck you

 Nigga fuck you - fuck you

 Nigga fuck you - fuck you

 Nigga fuck you - fuck you

 Nigga fuck you - fuck you

 Nigga fuck you - fuck you

 

 (Hook)