Throw It Up 作词 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers 作曲 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers [Yelawolf] Aye Boo get these mother*******s and pass that Jack [Hook: Gangsta Boo] I see you ******* talking loud but you ain't saying *************t Get the ************* from round here, you don't rep my *************t You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, ************* Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it ************* Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up You ain't ready for it ************* [Verse 1: Yelawolf] I already got, two cars in the yard that don't run So why would I wanna break *************t down for you Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker ************* To ************* you in that ************* carpet you munch If I'm not hardly the one You must be barely the one billionth Really you kidding, ************* I'm the prodigal son And I'm stunting like my Daddy D-dr-d-drinking like my Mama C-c-country like my uncles Stuttering like a CD in a donk BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP And I'm in a blue Chevy Running over mother*******s in first I ain't even *************ft 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 ************* you better check your purse I gotta brick of herb And I hit the syrup And I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb So get the ************* outta my way buddy You don't wanna run around the chicken house with a heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem *************t Sufferin' succotash, yeah suck a ************* ************* [Hook] I see you ******* talking loud but you ain't saying *************t Get the ************* from round here, you don't rep my *************t You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, ************* Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it ************* Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up You ain't ready for it ************* [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] ************* please you don't wanna step up to this Misses G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a ************* hit his knees when I'm up in the building, preachin' to my children I don't be taking no *************t from you haters You'll make me hurt one of your feelings Ha ha ha ha Nah nah ni nah nah Pick your face up off the floor I got you feeling sad now You be on that Hokiewag, Hokiewag is bull*************t Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at the pulpit ************* I was born on the Mississippi River Take no *************t from a ************* or a ************* So, so crazy gotta ****** up temper Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya I got a crazy-ass mind game Ma *************, I'm a lion, untamed Hunt ya ass down in my jungle, I do this I tell them hoes, you ain't ready for it ************* [Hook] I see you ******* talking loud but you ain't saying *************t Get the ************* from round here, you don't rep my *************t You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, ************* Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it ************* Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up You ain't ready for it ************* [Verse 3: Eminem] Me and Yelawolf Tear the roof off this mother******* 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 ******* Come sit up front cause you're kicking my seat And I'm trying to tell the ca*************er 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 and Tell the ************* 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 ************* you better pop in a CD of me immediately slut, ho Skidda dee da da Prada, not a chance I was thinking about buying you some clothes But Target's 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 eight in hoes Oh, this is ugly boy swag Putting toe tags on you mother******g ho bags What a Trailer Trash pioneer I am yeah, that's why I'm here I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a mother******' 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 ****** But I'm never gonna bite my tongue Little *************, throw it up [Outro] {Eminem} What the ************* is this, White dog {Yelawolf} Yo, what up {Eminem} What up {Yelawolf} Uh, you do that verse {Eminem} Yeah, I just killed that *************t {Yelawolf} What {Eminem} Nah, nuthin'. Um yo, you know what I was thinking 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 {Yelawolf} Uh, what do you mean? For like *******? {Eminem} Nah, girls. Like a lovesong {Yelawolf} No?! {Eminem} We need one! {Yelawolf} Like.. lovesong-lovesong? {Eminem} Yeah man, ******* like love songs!