Let's go! Yeah! LeJohn the motherfuckin' Eastside boy! Okay! Past Detroit, yeah! We represent for everybody! Everybody! All the real niggas in America! Where you at? Or where the fuck you from? We represent for y'all! We represent for G.A.! Nap time! Tennessee! St. Louis! St. Phil! Mississippi! Alabama! B.A.! Detroit! D.C.! Dallas, Texas! The Carolinas! Houston niggas! Louisiana! The Bay niggas! Let's go! Throw it up, motherfuckers! Throw it up! Throw it up, motherfuckers! Throw it up! Throw it up, motherfuckers! Throw it up! Up where you from, Throw it up! If you scared to throw it up, Get the fuck out the club! If you scared to throw it up, Get the fuck out the club! If you scared to throw it up, Get the fuck out the club! If you scared to throw it up, Get the fuck out the club! Bracke up, bitch! Get the fuck out of my way! Move the fuck back, bitch! Move the fuck back! Bracke up, bitch! Get the fuck out of my way! Move the fuck back, bitch! Move the fuck back! What you lookin' at, nigga? What you lookin' at, nigga? Not me or my significant other, my nigga! What you lookin' at, nigga? What you lookin' at, nigga? Not me or my significant other, my nigga! We too deep off in this bitch! We too deep off in this bitch! It's more of us than it is in the club, stupid bitch! We too deep off in this bitch! We too deep off in this bitch! It's more of us than it is in the club, stupid bitch! Y'all niggas over there, y'all niggas ain't shit! Y'all hoes over there, y'all hoes ain't shit! We run this! What? We run this! What? We run this! What? We run this! What? Go it up! The last nigga. It's the pastor. Ready to blast y'all. You know, I don't play no motherfucking game. DSGB, you know the name. Woodgrain in the motherfucking doula truck. Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuck. Then I got my helmet hanging out the window. Ready to bust the head of a fucking pretender. Nigga, as soon as I enter, you know I'm making noise. Past Detroit and the B-side boys. AK's busting, I ride the whole clip. I cop that hoe and let a motherfucking rip. To thank ship is what I live for. Fuck him, fuck her. I'm representing, put some Mo-Yak in my mug. So I can throw it up. Throw it up, motherfucker, throw it up. If you scared to die, get the fuck out the road. Okay, okay, hold the fuck up. Hold the fuck up. I'm looking around this bitch. I see a lot of niggas ain't throwing up shit. Y'all niggas must be scared to represent your shit. You must be scared, nigga. Fuck that shit. All my real niggas, that's proud of they hoods. All of my real ladies, proud of they hoods. And I ain't never been scared to say this shit. Bitch, I'm scared. I'm gonna represent where I'm from. In the back of the club, my Tommy Gun. So when I chill, fucking burn one. Leave about the club, it's me and little John. Falling in the business, switching up lanes. Talking much shit, cause we deep in the game. Cocaine, all white, fucking S, fucking six. Young ass niggas, I guess we filthy rich. My whole clique ready to bust some heads. I'm gonna throw it up, bitch, and I ain't scared. Past Detroit, motherfucker, you know the routine. Representing for the home team. Throw it up, motherfucker, throw it up. If you scared to die, get the fuck out the club. If you scared to die, get the fuck out the club.