Throw It Up Songtext / Lyric

Aye Boo Get these motherfuckers

And pass that jack



I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit

Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city, you don't know about this

You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, bitch!

Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it Up!

Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it bitch

Throw It up!(Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up!

You ain't ready for it bitch






I already got, 2 cars in the yard that don't run

So why would I wanna break shit down for you?

Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch

Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick

To fuck you in that pussy carpet you munch

If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one billionth

Really you kiddin', bitch I'm the prodigal son

And I'm stuntin' like my daddy, d-dr-d-drinkin' like my mama

C-C-country like my uncles, stutterin' like a CD in a donk

BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP

And I'm in a blue Chevy,runnin' over motherfuckers in first

I ain't even shift gears yet, I ain't even here yet, I'm outta this Earth

Right? (Yeah ho!) But I just hit the surface

And I'm 'bout to walk into a bank with a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk

(where the keys?) Bitch you better take your purse! I got a brick of herb

And a hit to serve, and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb

So get the fuck outta my way buddy you don't wanna' run around the chicken house with a heart of a puppy dog

Yelawolf and Eminem, shit

Sufferin' succotash, yeah suck a dick, bitch



I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit

Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city, you don't know about this

You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, bitch!

Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it Up!

Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it bitch

Throw It up!(Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up!

You ain't ready for it bitch



Bitch please you don't wanna step up to this Misses

G-A-N-G-S-T-A will make a nigga hit his knees when

I'm up in the buildin', preach it to my children

I don't be takin' no shit from you haters

You'll make me hurt one of your feelings

(HAHAHAHA), Nah nah ni nah nah

Pick your face up off the floor, I got you feelin' sad now

You be on that Hokiewag, Hokiewag is bullshit

Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at pull pit

Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi River

Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga

So so crazy gotta fucked up temper

Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya

Haha, I got a crazy ass mind game

Ma nigga, Im a lion, Untamed

Hunt ya ass down in my jungle, I do this

I tell them hoes, "You ain't ready for it bitch!"



I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit

Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city, you don't know about this

You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, bitch!

Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it Up!

Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it bitch

Throw It up!(Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up!

You ain't ready for it bitch



Me and Yelawolf, tear the roof

Off this motherfucker, you ain't got the umph

You're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant

Hello, toots, you look so eloquent, that's what I tell a cunt

Come sit up front cause you're kickin' my seat

And I'm tryin' to the tell the cashier what I want!

They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White Castle

And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in her face an'

Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her

In the head with a Whopper

That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper?

Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, slut, ho, skidda dee da da

Prada? not a chance, I was thinkin' about buyin' you some clothes

But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart, but the doors

Was locked, what about some shoes I thought, great I suppose

So I go to Payless but what'dya know, they didn't carry a size 8 in HOES!

Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you motherfuckin' ho bags

What a trailer trash pioneer, I am here, that's why I'm here

I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a motherfuckin' diary of diarrhea!

Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two

'Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you

So we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!

Ow! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident

I went to go tell 'em all to go get fucked

But I'm never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch, throw it up



I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit

Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city, you don't know about this

You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, bitch!

Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it Up!

Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it bitch

Throw It up!(Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up!

You ain't ready for it bitch



What the fuck is this?

White dog...

Yo

Yo, what up?

What up?

Uh, you do that verse?

Yeah, I just killed that shit

What?

Nah, nuthin'

Um yo, you know what I was thinkin' man?

I think the one thing that uh.. that the album don't have

That might be missing

Is like uh.. a song for like, for girls

Uh, what do you mean? For like bitches?

Nah, girls. Like a lovesong

No?!

We need one!

Like...lovesong-lovesong?

Yeah man, bitches like love songs!