Throitup歌词
歌手：Eminem 专辑：Marshall's Law
Aye Boo, get these mother******s
And pass that jack
I see you ******* talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ ***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 *****
I already got 2 cars in a yard that don’t run
So why would I wanna break ***t down for you
Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch
Here the king if archery come
With a cracker **** to **** you and that ***** carpet you munch
If I’m not hardly the one
You must be barely the one
Billy if really you’re kiddin’
***** I’m the prodigal son
And I’m stuntin’ like my daddy
Dr-dr-drinkin’ like my mama
Co-co-country like my uncle
Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
P-p-p-punk
And I’m in a blue Chevy runnin’ 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 hoe
But I just hit the surface and I’m about to walk into a bank,
Wit’ a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
***** you better check your purse, I got a 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 walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog
I see you ******* talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ ***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 hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You ain’t ready for it *****
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it *****
***** please, you don’t want to step up to this Mrs.
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a ***** hit his knees
I’m up in the building
Preaching to my children
I don’t be taking no ***t from you haters
You’ll make me hurt one of your feelings
Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
Pick your face up off the floor
I got you feeling sad naa
You be on that hokeewag
Hokeewag 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 got a ****** up temper
Bipolar, not Nikki, I’m worser, I’ll hurt you
I gotta crazy ass mind game
My *****, I’m a lion untamed
Hunt your ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes
You ain’t ready for it *****!
I see you ******* talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ ***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 hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You ain’t ready for it *****
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it *****
I see you ******* takin’ loud
But you don’t want that ***t
Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this mother******
You ain’t got the oomph 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 kickin’ my seat
And I’m tryin’ to the 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 their face and
Tell the ***** I’m a rapper, then I wrap 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 hoe
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’do you know?
They didn’t carry a size 8 in hoes!
Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you mother******’ 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 that diarrhea
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
About 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 them all to go get ******
But I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little ***** throw it up
I see you ******* takin’ loud
But you don’t want that ***t
And pass that jack
I see you ******* talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ ***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 *****
I already got 2 cars in a yard that don’t run
So why would I wanna break ***t down for you
Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch
Here the king if archery come
With a cracker **** to **** you and that ***** carpet you munch
If I’m not hardly the one
You must be barely the one
Billy if really you’re kiddin’
***** I’m the prodigal son
And I’m stuntin’ like my daddy
Dr-dr-drinkin’ like my mama
Co-co-country like my uncle
Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
P-p-p-punk
And I’m in a blue Chevy runnin’ 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 hoe
But I just hit the surface and I’m about to walk into a bank,
Wit’ a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
***** you better check your purse, I got a 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 walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog
I see you ******* talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ ***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 hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You ain’t ready for it *****
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it *****
***** please, you don’t want to step up to this Mrs.
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a ***** hit his knees
I’m up in the building
Preaching to my children
I don’t be taking no ***t from you haters
You’ll make me hurt one of your feelings
Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
Pick your face up off the floor
I got you feeling sad naa
You be on that hokeewag
Hokeewag 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 got a ****** up temper
Bipolar, not Nikki, I’m worser, I’ll hurt you
I gotta crazy ass mind game
My *****, I’m a lion untamed
Hunt your ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes
You ain’t ready for it *****!
I see you ******* talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ ***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 hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You ain’t ready for it *****
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it *****
I see you ******* takin’ loud
But you don’t want that ***t
Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this mother******
You ain’t got the oomph 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 kickin’ my seat
And I’m tryin’ to the 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 their face and
Tell the ***** I’m a rapper, then I wrap 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 hoe
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’do you know?
They didn’t carry a size 8 in hoes!
Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you mother******’ 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 that diarrhea
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
About 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 them all to go get ******
But I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little ***** throw it up
I see you ******* takin’ loud
But you don’t want that ***t
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