J. Cole - Throw It Up Lyrics

Appears on:  The Come Up Mixtape

Yeah, yeah, uh
Yea, yea, yeah
Carolina, n*gga
Fayettenam, n*gga
Yea

This is for them street n*ggas to them deep n*ggas,
Them politics, them geek n*ggas,
To them freak b*tches that swallow d*ck, its real.
Or them sheet n*ggas ain't proud of sh*t n*ggas, and still,
Even them bleak n*ggas without a cent could feel.
I never sleep n*gga, I gotta get them mills
I never cheat n*gga, my heart is with the ville.
When n*ggas greet n*ggas with hollow tips, but chill.
You'll never reach n*gga, I got an itch to kill.

Word, a n*gga bringing heat to the third
My sh*t in every street, like the curb.
So b*tches wanna meet cuz I'm deep with my words,
So them n*ggas wanna peep like a perv,
But peep game.
Before they start saying "He changed,"
A real n*gga can never forget where he came.
So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game,
Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train,
I throw it up!
Yea

If you a down south n*gga, throw it up, (and)
If you an east coast n*gga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a west coast n*gga, throw it up, (ay)
If you a mid-west n*gga, throw it up, (ay)
If you a Fayettenam n*gga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a ATL n*gga, throw it up,
New York to L.A. n*ggas, throw it up,
Yeah, Chi town throw it up (yea)

As you n*ggas smoking more kush,
South n*ggas wreaking n*ggas, ask George Bush,
Ask Bill Clinton, a n*gga Will Smithin'
My jeans a 'lil less baggy, money still fittin'
The streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin'
Them Randy Johnson O.G. n*ggas still pitchin'
And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin'
So when he be up in that sh*t, he be like "This feels different,"
No sh*t, throw d*ck like the veteran I am,
I got that vitamin D, its like medicine to them.
I got her climaxing like it's never finna end,
That's why she f*cking me a lot better than her man.
She try a new trick, she so wet a n*gga swam,
Like a salmon in this b*tch, my d*ck drowning in that sh*t.
They love a fly n*gga on that frisbee sh*t.
Plus a n*gga get Gs like them Disney flicks.
I throw it up!
Yea

If you a down south n*gga, throw it up,
If you an east coast n*gga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a west coast n*gga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a mid-west n*gga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a Bull city n*gga, throw it up, (yea)
If you a H-town n*gga, throw it up, (yea)
You represent that Bay n*gga, throw it up, (yea)
And if you from that BK n*gga, throw it up (yea)

Greedy n*ggas want the money, so thats where my aim is,
Hoe n*ggas love the attention, wanna be famous,
Real n*ggas f*ck the attention, they know it's dangerous,
Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is, (uh)
But that's the price when you nice with it.
And them ladies gonna like cuz you light-skinned,
I take advantage of the situation,
I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania.
They catch feelings and I switch next,
"I made it clear baby, just sex,
I'm too young to settle down, shorty get dressed!"
Even them white girls tryna be my princess,
But I only f*ck with sisters like incest.
I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth,
I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press,
I sense death in the air, but its nothing for me,
Some n*ggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?
You slow n*ggas still ain't felt that sh*t.
How she gonna upgrade me dog? I built that sh*t.
Rapping's a cash cow, finna milk that b*tch,
You better hit up homicide, I just killed that sh*t, boy!

Throw it up n*gga!
Throw throw it, throw it up!
Yeah!

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