Let It Fly - Trick Trick

Yeah!

This your boy Trick Trick

I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!)

I got my dawg Lil Jon close by too

Right about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up

And wherever the fuck you from

Let the whole club see it

What!

What!

Like this!

Throw your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it)

Throw your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)

Let the whole club know that you in this bitch

Throw your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly)

From 7 Mile, B.K.

to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead

All our homies get cheese (get cheese)

Lynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam

Fifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)

School Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street

Ninth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up)

Southwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile

Number streets won’t hold 'em up (hold 'em up)

Eastside you see the E’s, Westside show the dubs

Riders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth)

Blue and red flags up in the air hangin high

and can see 'em C’in and B-walk (B-walk)

Little G’s khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's

Ducati frames on beams (on beams)

O.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains

Sportin that lil' teen (teen)

Yeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta)

S-H-I-T in a white tee (you know)

I am the H-double-O-D

Y’all niggaz know me, the big double O.G.

(yea-yea)

Fuck the police, I used to roll goalie

I used to hold these and drink down 40's

All the rolies would come to control me

I’m uncontrollable when I’m on some gold D’s (ooh-ooooh!)

Back the fuck up, I’m hard as concrete

Sidewalk gun talk university

Every hood’s the same, up in Detroit

I’m with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints

On to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot

After the fifth one niggaz don’t talk a lot

Hit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at?

(What you lookin at?)

Who that bitch you with?

I’ll put a hook in that

If you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up

Eastside, Westside, Southside, where you at?

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up

What up cuz, cuz?

What up Blood, Blood?

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up

Midwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up

What up Trick Trick?

(What up O.G.?)

This your nigga Ice Cube (right)

Now check this out, I’m in downtown Detroit (alright)

On my way to the club (right)

I find out, that the bitch I’m text messagin (uh-huh)

Is the same bitch the mayor’s text messagin (OHHH!)

What niggaz to do man?

But keep it hood, fuck it