Текст песни Throw It Up - J. Cole

You don′t call this shit my hit, throw it up (yeah)
Yeah, uh
Spit the whole thing, uh (yeah)
Yea
Carolina, nigga
Fayettenam, nigga (come on, can't forget, can′t)
Yea
DJ on point (yeah)
This for them street niggas to them deep niggas
Them politics, the geek niggas (yeah)
To them freak bitches that swallow dick, it's real (yeah)
Or them sheet niggas ain't proud of shit niggas, and still
Even them bleak niggas without a cent could feel
I never sleep, nigga, I gotta get them mills
I never cheat, nigga, my heart is with the ville
When niggas greet niggas with hollow tips, but chill
You′ll never reach, nigga, I got an itch to kill
Word, a nigga bringing heat to the third
My shit in every street, like the curb
So bitches wanna meet ′cause I'm deep with my words
So them niggas wanna peep like a perv
But peep game
Before they start saying, ′He changed'
A real nigga can never forget where he came
So if I′m up in Carolina kicking deep game
Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train
I throw it up!
Yea
If you a down South nigga, throw it up (and)
If you an East Coast nigga, throw it up (yea)
If you a West coast nigga, throw it up (ay)
If you a Midwest nigga, throw it up (ay)
If you a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up (yea)
If you a ATL nigga, throw it up
New York to L.A. niggas, throw it up (yea)
Yeah, Chi town throw it up (yea)
As you niggas smoking more kush (yeah)
South niggas, wreaking niggas, ask George Bush
Ask Bill Clinton, a nigga Will Smithin′
My jeans a 'lil less baggy, money still fittin'
The streets a lil′ less rowdy, but they still kickin′
Them Randy Johnson O.G.'s niggas still pitchin′
And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin′
So when he be up in that shit, he like, 'This feels different′
No shit, don't dick like the veteran I am
I got that vitamin D, it's like medicine to them
I got her climaxing like it′s never finna end
That′s why she fucking me a lot better than her man
She try a new trick, she so wet a nigga swam
Like a salmon in this bitch, my dick drowning in that shit
They love a fly nigga on that frisbee shit
Plus a nigga get Gs like them Disney flicks
I throw it up!
Yea
If you a down South nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you an East coast nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a West coast nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a Midwest nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a Bull city nigga, throw it up (yeah)
If you a H-town nigga, throw it up (yeah)
You represent that Bay nigga, throw it up (yeah)
And if you from that BK nigga, throw it up (yeah)
Real niggas want the money, so that's where my aim is
Hoe niggas love the attention, wanna be famous
Real niggas fuck the attention, they know it′s dangerous
Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is (uh)
But that′s the price when you nice with it
And them ladies gonna like 'cause you light-skinned
I take advantage of the situation
I′m hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania
They catch feelings and I switch next
"I made it clear, baby, just sex
I'm too young to settle down, shorty, get dressed!"
Even them white girls tryna be my princess
But I only fuck with sisters, like incest
I've been stressed, I′m so in-depth
I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press
I sense death in the air, but it′s nothing for me
Some niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?
You slow niggas still ain't felt that shit
How she gonna upgrade me, dog? I built that shit
Rapping′s a cash cow, finna milk that bitch
You better hit up homocide, I just killed that shit, boy!
Throw it up, nigga!
Throw, throw it, throw it up!
Yeah!
(Shout out to hip-hop heaven out in Iowa)
(Wanna get yo' man)
(Can′t forget Doris Records, wanna compete out on Buffalo)