Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
WC
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Pizarro
Composer
William Calhoun
Composer
Flip Wilcox
Composer
Chaz Cable
Composer
Michael Cable
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Pizarro
Producer
Lyrics
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you out at the club
Surrounded by thugs, bouncing the Dub, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you ain't in yo' hood
Right when them bitch **** thinking it's good, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When they least expect it
Make the hollow points reach they Lexus, and
Throw Ya Hood Up
You might need 5 keys
Every time you see my face, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
If you're greedy, grimey, janky, sheisty
Just like I see, the 3-time felon
Zig-Zag inhalin', dip for see someone in a Rag fifty sham
Throw Ya Hood Up
To all my lil' G's at schools
And homies draped in the county blues
It's Dub-C, the heat, the one who kept the street
Got you C-Walkin' in your sleep, all my niazz just
Throw Ya Hood Up
If you a **** that break the law
Rick scrape the shaw, get paper y'all
Give it up, give it up, ryders, please
Throw it up, throw it up, a little higher, please
Throw Ya Hood Up
I know it hurts when death come outta the well working
Put in work, it ain't a thang, love to bang and swang
And slang them thangs, for the cash and the love for the game
All my niazz just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you out at the club
Surrounded by thugs, bouncing the Dub, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you ain't in yo' hood
Right when them bitch **** thinking it's good, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When they least expect it
Make the hollow points reach they Lexus, and
Throw Ya Hood Up
You might need 5 keys
Every time you see my face, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
And move your body, put it up to your parties
Banged out and ragged robbies
Throw Ya Hood Up
And pull that weed out
Mid-West, West to East and down South
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you see me, loaded, eyes gleamy
And I stole that Bentley
Throw Ya Hood Up
And toast the liquor
And stretch them fingers for the ghetto lick hitter
Throw Ya Hood Up
And rep yo' turf, your set
And salute when you see this connect vet and a blue flannel
Red keys like a piano, half a chicken and a dog panel, ballers
Throw Ya Hood Up
Another world-wide anthem
Lick 'em, stamp 'em, wet and damp 'em
Cus I'm, heading platinum, countin' mo' dough
Have to let the ****, wide-bodied, fo' dough, niazz
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you out at the club
Surrounded by thugs, bouncing the Dub, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you ain't in yo' hood
Right when them bitch **** thinking it's good, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When they least expect it
Make the hollow points reach they Lexus, and
Throw Ya Hood Up
You might need 5 keys
Every time you see my face, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
And pull that weed out
Mid-West, West to East and down South
Throw Ya Hood Up
Ryders, please
Throw it up, throw it up, a little higher, please
Throw Ya Hood Up
And pull that weed out
Mid-West, West to East and down South
Throw Ya Hood Up
Sing the anthem, ryders stand up
Throw yo hands up
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you out at the club
Surrounded by thugs, bouncing the Dub, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you ain't in yo' hood
Right when them bitch **** thinking it's good, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When they least expect it
Make the hollow points reach they Lexus, and
Throw Ya Hood Up
You might need 5 keys
Every time you see my face, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
That was cool, but, eh, my ****, how this shit sounding?
Written by: Chaz Cable, Flip Wilcox, Michael Cable, Tony Pizarro, William Calhoun
