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
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 sh*t motherf**ker
Represent yo sh*t motherf**ker
Represent yo click motherf**ker
Represent yo click motherf**ker
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 ***
Get high get drunk and we get sh*t crunk
Violate you might die or just get jumped
Jadakiss Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz
D-Block every ni**a got at least five toys
Double R till they put me in the ground
And I come back as a bullet ni**a put me in the pound
Stop actin' like a b**ch you scared
What up niggas the remix put yo hood up niggas
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 sh*t motherf**ker
Represent yo sh*t motherf**ker
Represent yo click motherf**ker
Represent yo click motherf**ker
It's the dirty boy's home town yeah b**ch I'm on now
Act any motherf**kin' way I want cause sh*t I'm in my own house
Music - extra extra loud
Shorties - extra extra out
My flows - four mics get The Source b**ch 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 a** out
Lil' Jon thanks for the sixteen yeah now
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 sh*t motherf**ker
Represent yo sh*t motherf**ker
Represent yo click motherf**ker
Represent yo click motherf**ker
Ha ha keep the fame ni**a I'm in it for the dough
F**k 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 f**k 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 ni**a's ribs touchin' what
Now you want half my meat
You know the narrow
Ni**a 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
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 motherf**kin' crowd
Bia bia - get buck in the motherf**kin' crowd
We run this b**ch yo click ain't sh*t
We run this b**ch yo click ain't sh*t
We run this b**ch yo click ain't sh*t
We run this b**ch yo click ain't sh*t
Say ni**a f**k you - f**k you
Ni**a f**k you - f**k you
Ni**a f**k you - f**k you
Ni**a f**k you - f**k you
Ni**a f**k you - f**k you
Ni**a f**k you - f**k you
Ni**a f**k you - f**k you
Ni**a f**k you - f**k you
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 sh*t motherf**ker
Represent yo sh*t motherf**ker
Represent yo click motherf**ker
Represent yo click motherf**ker
