Throw Up Yo’ Hood Lil' Flip

Whoa, whoa, haha
This what I want you to do
I want you to go to the bar, go to the bar
And find the most expensive drink
Po' it on the nigga you don't like, haha, whoo, whoo
Yeah, yeah, we ain't come here to rock the crowd nigga
We came here to start a fuckin' fight, bitch
You know how we do it, uh, uh, Clover G's, uh oh

We came to get it crunk, we came to get drunk
We came to chill in VIP and smoke a couple of blunts
And pull a couple of dimes, spit a couple of rhymes
And them niggas young, fly, got a couple of knives
I'm ahead of my time cause I stay on my grind
Cause most niggas be lettin' hoes play with their mind
But not me, cause homey don't play that
You see me with a strap on me, go spray that
Shit where your face at, you talk and I take that
You talkin' out the side of your neck, don't make me break that
Slap you, slap him, clap you, clap him
Cause I ain't got time for all that wrestlin'
I'm just a cool dude when I'm in a good mood
But when I'm pissed off my attitude is 'fuck you'
I'm like a tattoo, I never go away
That's why I ride with a tec and a throwaway