Rappin' 4-Tay - Throw it Up lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] + (Roger Troutman in backround) Yeeah, throw it up throw it up, (what what?) Eastside (what what?), Dogg Pound, what what what what? (what?) Yeeah, Snoop Dogg up in there, what up, what up? yeeah... D.P.G [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Dogg from the "Beach" Eastside on mine I'm striking through the hood While I'm slanging my goods I'm hollaring at my folks (what up?), rolling up some dope 4-Tay from the Bay they say we West Coast folks, you know (you know) We can't be nothing but that (but that) And when you bust we bust right back No play, 4-Tay tell them about the Dogg I dip to the Bay then get the money y'all I catch a plane with the gang, purple on my brain That n***a, that n***a done done it again Still my n***a, for real my n***a D.P.G.C. it's a big deal my n***a Wherever we go we represent the turf until it hurt Long Beach n***as will rush you to the dirt (n***a) Eastsidaz, real riders Throw it up like you know it up, throw it up [Hook (1): Tray Deee] + (Roger Troutman) Throw it up, yeah (oooh ooooooh oooh, throw it up!) Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up All the homies on the Eastside where the G's ride Do your thug thing homie, throw it up (throw it up, oooh ooooooh oooh) All the homies on the West Side, yeah (throw it up!) All the homies on the West Side (throw it up!) throw it up throw it up Throw it up throw it up, do your thug thing [Verse 2: Rappin' 4-Tay] Pressure bust pipes, we bust raps n***as don't want funk cause we bust caps Get off in the zone then I'm in and blaze up You ain't about your cheese I'd advise you to raise up Cowards can't kick it cause the game don't mix right That's like bringing a bu*ter knife to a gun fight I kick it with the sickest from the Bay to L.A We get the figures, squeeze them triggers if you stepping our way 4-Tay from the Sco (San Francisco) with Snoop D-O double Players, gangsters, hustlers, you motherf**ers in trouble Critically acclaimed, this men is his nemesis, ain't no end to this My mind playing tricks on me - I'm seeing images Fish tailing, inhaling, bailing, positive suspension Don't hate on a player cause I'm staying on a mission n***a, get yours hit the billboards and bust For Roger Troutman, we gone give it up, we gone throw it up [Hook (2): Tray Deee] + (Roger Troutman) Throw it up, yeah (oooh ooooooh oooh, throw it up!) Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up All the homies on the Eastside where the G's ride Do your thug thing homie, throw it up (throw it up, oooh ooooooh oooh) All the homies on the West Side, yeah (throw it up!) All the homies on the West Side (throw it up!) throw it up throw it up Throw it up throw it up, do your thug thing Throw it up, all my homies on the South Side yeah, get live get live Throw it up throw it up, throw it up All my homies on the North, throw it up throw it up Yeah just throw it up, throw it up throw it up throw it up (Throw it up throw it up throw it up...) [Verse 3: Tray Deee] I keep it sparking, heat is barking, daylight to darkness Known for doing wrong, getting ours regardless We come up out the ghetto, never settle for chump change We out there running things doing our thug thing Game recognize and I been checking mine Gang of s**ers try, get them lame second tries We G'd up, C'd up sipping, blazing weed up Haters steady playing but ain't ready yet to see us We bust big caps, restless with your chit-chat Player, where your chips at?, broke?, you better fix that If you ain't a hustler you must of been a buster It's all about who falling out the game and who running Done it all like a hog calling the dogs Never sleep, never slip and not often I pause Tray Deee, way G, known to flow and blow it up And make everybody in the party throw it up [Hook (2): Tray Deee] + (Roger Troutman) [Outro: Tray Deee] Rest in peace Roger Troutman, this for you homie All y'all throw it up