Throw It Up Lyrics - Yelawolf

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 

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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 

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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!