Текст песни Put Yo Hood Up - Remix - Petey Pablo , Jadakiss , Roy Jones Jr. , Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
(Feat.
Jadakiss,
Petey
Pablo,
Chyna
Whyte
& Roy
Jones
Jr.)
(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)
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