Put Yo Hood Up (Remix) Lyrics

Song Text:

(feat. Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna
Whyte)[Intro - Roy Jones Jr.]Yeah this Roy Jones
Jr.Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin' downThe undisputed light
heavyweight champion of the worldWe about to knock niggas heads off with
this put yo hood up remixLil' Jone and the East Side BoyzJadakiss, Petey
Pablo, Chyna WhyteRepresent y'all in the hood tonightYeah, yeah, uh
uh[Hook]Put yo hood upPut yo hood upPut yo hood
upPut yo hood upPut yo click upPut yo click upPut yo click
upPut yo click upRepresent yo shit motherfuckerRepresent yo shit
motherfuckerRepresent yo click motherfuckerRepresent yo click
motherfucker[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]I hold a 44 from the side
angleGunshots below the waist'll make ya thigh dangleUh you know Kiss,
all I do is puff hem all dayGettin' money in the Bluff or on MLKSince
they brough gold backI bought me a gold mackTo explode I leave ya back
on Old NationalI'm in a gentlemen's club with gentlemen thugsBut they
call my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugsGet high, get drunk, and we
get shit crunkViolate you might die or just get jumpedJadakiss, Lil' Jon
and them Eastside BoyzD-Block, every nigga got at least five toysDouble
R till they put me in the groundAnd I come back as a bullet, nigga put me in
the poundStop actin' like a bitch you scaredWhat up niggas the remix,
put yo hood up niggas[Hook][Verse 2 - Petey
Pablo]It's the dirty boy's home town, yeah bitch I'm on nowAct any
motherfuckin' way I want cause shit I'm in my own houseMusic - extra, extra
loudShorties - extra, extra outMy flows - four mics, get The Source
bitch and check it outI came to knock this bastard downJuic - ya
bleedin' nowYou be it - the Petey styleWhy - hit the curb man I got
'emWith the open mouthAll I hear is oohs and awesWhat ya mama said,
damn Petey king nowPow, I'm on they tails nowHelicopter well nowFrom
Carolina to the ATL, it's hell nowAh, simmer down, simmer downBefore
they kick our ass outLil' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah
now[Hook][Verse 3 - Chyna Whyte]Ha ha, keep
the fame nigga I'm in it for the doughFuck the glow, what's the sense if you
ain't got cash to blowI had to shift my gears from fast to slowAnd get
it past they timeHopin' that when I call home they dead or press the
nineI bet yo hood can't fuck with mineOoh the language I speak when them
people roll aroundAnd niggas just don't crack they leakAnd they too
quick to quack they beakYou hungry nigga's ribs touchin' whatNow you
want half my meatYou know the narrowNigga I still run with the four
pound metalsStill lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghettoYou boys
livin' a dream like the CosbysAnd I'm tell ya one mo' time, no that ain't me
on FoxyDon't get it twisted I got hitters that'll do you inAnd if the
Feds come I got hitters that'll do my tenWith no problem, on every song I
plant my flow blossomFrom 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 loudBia bia - put yo click up and shout it
out loudBia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowdBia bia - get buck
in the motherfuckin' crowdWe run this bitch, yo click ain't shitWe run
this bitch, yo click ain't shitWe run this bitch, yo click ain't shitWe
run this bitch, yo click ain't shitSay nigga fuck you - fuck youNigga
fuck you - fuck youNigga fuck you - fuck youNigga fuck you - fuck
youNigga fuck you - fuck youNigga fuck you - fuck youNigga fuck you
- fuck youNigga fuck you - fuck youNigga fuck you - fuck
you[Hook]