[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 yall 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 waistll 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 Im in a gentlemens 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] Its the dirty boys home town, yeah bitch Im on now Act any motherfuckin way I want cause shit Im 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, Im on they tails now Helicopter well now From Carolina to the ATL, its 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 Im in it for the dough Fuck the glow, whats the sense if you aint 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 cant fuck with mine Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around And niggas just dont crack they leak And they too quick to quack they beak You hungry niggas 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 Im tell ya one mo time, no that aint me on Foxy Dont get it twisted I got hitters thatll do you in And if the Feds come I got hitters thatll 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 aint shit We run this bitch, yo click aint shit We run this bitch, yo click aint shit We run this bitch, yo click aint 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]
Artist: Lil Jon Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte, Roy Jones Jr.
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