Royce The Choice - Throw Your Hood Up lyrics

[?] [Bridge: RJ] All my Detroit n***as! All my L.A. n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my N.O. n***as! All my BMO n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my N.Y. n***as! All my ChiTown n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my G.A. n***as! Hol' up All my Bay n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up [Hook: RJ] Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they n***a got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big a** pistol Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they n***a got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big a** pistol [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] I'm relaxing, getting high n***as ain't sh**, I'm just rapping on the side Told 'em p**y, paper, pa**ion and some pride I got everything a n***a 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***a 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***as is hiding, there's no chance Two step, my n***as just don't dance If you ever say my name, n***a, we throw hands Told him Pushaz Ink the program, we hold bands On that OPM sh**, you know we in this With the extra, extra, talk all reckless b**h in real life, yeah, that's what I expected, n***a [Bridge: RJ] All my Detroit n***as! All my L.A. n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my N.O. n***as! All my BMO n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my N.Y. n***as! All my ChiTown n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my G.A. n***as! Hol' up All my Bay n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up [Hook: RJ] Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they n***a got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big a** pistol Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they n***a got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big a** pistol [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!" "Hello?" and have them n***as where you live at Tuesdays and Thursdays, them white people jumping out Problems on my dick, have your girlfriend s** it out A born sinner, but live k**ers die winners I'll cook my momma dope 'fore I cook a b**h dinner (Ol' p**y a** n***as) 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**h, 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***a I don't like [Bridge: RJ] All my Detroit n***as! All my L.A. n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my N.O. n***as! All my BMO n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my N.Y. n***as! All my ChiTown n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my G.A. n***as! Hol' up All my Bay n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up [Hook: RJ] Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they n***a got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big a** pistol Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they n***a got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big a** pistol [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***a tryna ball, set a screen for me Birds of a feather waiting on a wing for me And I'll never let a n***a think for me I just need the suicides with the seats bloody Look, I'll trade a morc like a logo For any real n***a ever put up on a Polo Oh no, now it go, those n***as 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***as want war but can't afford it Put ya life on the line, that b**h will snort it, heyyyayeee! [Bridge: RJ] All my Detroit n***as! All my L.A. n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my N.O. n***as! All my BMO n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my N.Y. n***as! All my ChiTown n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up All my G.A. n***as! Hol' up All my Bay n***as, where ya at, throw your hood up [Hook: RJ] Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they n***a got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big a** pistol Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they n***a got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big a** pistol