Throw Yo Hood Up Lyrics - Silkk the Shocker

Silkk the Shocker Charge It 2 Da Game cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1998-2-17
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Gangsta
length: 5:10
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my ***** Silkk
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
You know what I'm sayin? From the NO to the LBC.

All my real gangstas throw yo hood up
Throw yo hood up, throw yo hood up
Now to all my real soldiers throw yo hood up
Throw yo hood up, throw yo hood up

Fancy cars, diamond rings, bad *** *****es
Lots of cocaine, smokin on the best bud
Givin up that west love
Got them *****es shakin they ***, all in the club

Now some call us the players, others call us the pimps
So on the level lets talk about hoes
Some hoes dig us an lets talk about pimp shhh
You know we don't show no tricks or ***** *****s no love
You should know all the way to Snoop
***** pimpin's all up in our blood

Now trip this for a second *****
I'm bout to drop some more pimp **** on yo ***
Have you ever slapped a *****?
Have you ever counted over a thousand dollars in cash?
***** if you ain't never did that **** before
Get the **** up out my face, 'fore
I have to pull this tray 8 up out my mutha****in waist

An if you don't do it, I'm a do it
These *****s be talkin so bad, an ???
I could slap a *****, like I had a million dollars in cash
So it ain't no thang, ***** backed up
Give a ***** some room before I bust
I give a **** about a hoe, I might get a ****in nut
Get tha **** an get up, throw it up

[Chorus: x2]

It's the S,N double O, P
***** an this is Silkk The Shocker
Automatic with rockers, yo girl automatic gonna jock us
From the LB to the NO, represent
Me an my camp for, blaze up like indo
Like dirt up in a rental

***** at the right place we caught you at the wrong time
An my team bout to beat you down, ain't no ****in game
You threw up the wrong sign
See I went from hundred dollar rock spots
To umm, million dollar raps
I want a 1.5 from the day I turn this debt

Now Peter Piper picked peppers, while I pimped hoes
An my white drop rolls, an it's sittin on vogues
Jack was nimble, was nimble
***** he was a *****, let *****s smack him
Punk him, an jackin his ****, when you in it, you gotta get ignit
'cause *****s will play you, lay you, then they spray you
Ok you, gotta little money an you figure you hard
You bought two pitbulls for your big backyard
Now let me be frank with you, in this game
You betta have a lotta homies, some straps an a tank
With you, 'cause these *****s they be playin for keeps
While you sleepin, they creepin, that's word to my mama


All my real gangstas, I'm what, ***** what?
All my real soldiers, I'm what, ***** what?

I'm a G-A-N-S-T to the A
I got *****s throwin up they hood from NY to ZA
I probably won't get five mics 'cause I hurt this much
But they don't understand, that's why I'm worth this much
See all my real *** soldiers grab yo **** an act bad
An all my real *****s grab the guns, weed, an
My mission to cash, see y'all busters can't hold me down
Like the police they had the wrong guy an if I tell you somethin
Believe it like you seen it with your own eyes
Damn tell you what, meanin what?
See I make gangsta **** they want to tell us clean it up
Now I walked in, straight up outta some thuggish ****
Don't tell me nothin to be here try to tear the club up *****
Now don't have me trade the mutha ****in tape for the crack
Don't have me go back to tradin the mic for the gat
(see you love them hoes back in the days)
***** please, you gonna fall back like ??? without a sack
So either fall back on keys or forty g's
See I'm bout bigger paydays, I don't set trip, I set clips into AK's
See I done **** *****, not see me go, I run **** *****
Like a CEO, now Snoop how you spell gangsta? Spell it DPG
An I spell soldier N-O-L-I,M-I to the T
(That's 'cause we different riders)

What? I'm *****, ***** what? I'm ***** what, I'm *****, what, what?
I'm ***** what? I'm *****, ***** what? I'm ***** what, I'm *****, *****
What? From the NO to the L-be , be , haha, from the east to the west coast,
To that dirty mutha ****in south, to the nizorth, my little brother
Silkk The Shizocker, an Snoop. (Real *****s unite you heard me?) That's
How we do it *****, playas fool, now destroyed them mutha ****in

Lyrics licensed by
CD 1
  • 1 I'm a Soldier
  • 2 Give Me the World
  • 3 Throw Yo Hood Up
  • 4 Just Be Straight With Me
  • 5 If I Don't Gotta
  • 6 Spotaggin
  • 7 We Can Dance
  • 8 Mama Always Told Me
  • 9 You Ain't Gotta Lie to Kick It
  • 10 Thug'n'Me
  • 11 All Night
  • 12 Who Can I Trust
  • 13 It Ain't My Fault
  • 14 What Gangstas Do
  • 15 Ummm
  • 16 Let Me Hit It
  • 17 How Many...
  • 18 Who I Be
  • 19 Tell Me
  • 20 Me and You