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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mustard
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
Dominic Hunn
Composer
Rodney Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Producer
James Royo
Recording Engineer
José Sandoval
Assistant Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mother on LE, no
All my Detroit ****'s, all my LA ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my N O ****'s, all my B'more ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my NY ****'s, all my Chi town ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my GA ****'s, h-o-l' up, all my Bay ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
[Verse 2]
Everybody got problems, everybody got shirts
'Cause they **** got mu-r-k-ed
Everybody got issues
Everybody walking 'round with a big ass pistol
Everybody got problems, everybody got shirts
'Cause they **** got mu-r-k-ed
Now everybody got issues
Everybody walking 'round with a big ass pistol
[Verse 3]
I'm relaxing, getting high
****'s ain't shit, I'm just rapping on the side
Told 'em, pussy, paper, passion, and some pride
I got everything a **** ever wanted 'fore I die
Uh, two Rolexes that I don't even wear
A big gold chain I ain't seen in a year
Lei-mer't Park **** looking clean in the mirror
Your girl want me, I can see it from here
Yeah, try and make money in France, it's more plans
You lil ****'s is hot, there's no chance
Two step, my ****'s just don't dance
If you ever say my name, **** we throw hands
Told 'em Push-a-z Ink the program, we hold bands
On that OPM shit, you know we in this
With the extra, extra, talk all recklessly
Bitch in real life, yeah that's what I expected ****
[Verse 4]
All my Detroit ****'s, all my LA ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my N O ****'s, all my B'more ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my NY ****'s, all my Chi town ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my GA ****'s, ho-l' up, all my Bay ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
[Verse 5]
Everybody got problems, everybody got shirts
'Cause they **** got mu-r-k-ed
Everybody got issues
Everybody walking 'round with a big ass pistol
Everybody got problems, everybody got shirts
'Cause they **** got mu-r-k-ed
Now everybody got issues
Everybody walking 'round with a big ass pistol
[Verse 6]
Not a rapper, way too street with it
All I did is take my life and put a
Mustard beat with it
I'm deep with it, believe in it, I speak it if I did that
I'll do't do't hello, and have them ****'s where you live at
Tuesdays and Thursdays, them white people jumping out
Problems on my dick, have your girlfriend suck it out
A born sinner, but live killers die winners
I'll cook my mama dope, before I cook a bitch dinner
Ol' pussy ass ****'s, I smell placenta
Dressed sharper than a mind of a seven percent-er
Thinking 'bout robbing me, take your brain off
She only wanna cut, 'cause she chainsaw
With the Bible as my sword, and that Ru-g-er as my shield
Bitch, my move around too real, Oxycontin, powder blue pills
It's a cold life, my favourite numbers is four, five
Donald Sterling, clip a **** I don't like
[Verse 7]
All my Detroit ****'s, all my LA ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my NO ****'s, all my B'more ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my NY ****'s, all my Chi town ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my GA ****'s, ho-l' up, all my Bay ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
[Verse 8]
Everybody got problems, everybody got shirts
'Cause they **** got mu-r-k-ed
Everybody got issues
Everybody walking 'round with a big ass pistol
Everybody got problems, everybody got shirts
'Cause they **** got mu-r-k-ed
Everybody got issues
Everybody walking 'round with a big ass pistol
[Verse 9]
Uh, it ain't where your from, but it's where you're at
I'm down to load a drum quicker than your app
Little **** trying to ball, set a screen for me
Birds of a feather, waiting on a wing for me
And I never let a **** think for me
I just need the suicides with the seats bloody
Look, I'll trade a mark like a logo
For any real **** ever put up on a Polo
Ho'l' on, there it go, those ****'s
Whole shows, both coasts, so I throw no feelings
No chilling, got a chopper and a chick
And where you from? I threw mine to the ceiling
Pull a foreign off the lot, just got deported
And a quarter for the watch, getting extorted
Lil ****'s want war but can't afford it
Put your life on the line, that bitch'll snort it, hey
[Verse 10]
All my Detroit ****'s, all my LA ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my NO ****'s, all my B'more ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my NY ****'s, all my Chi town ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
All my GA ****'s, ho'l' up, all my Bay ****'s
Where you at? Throw your hood up
[Verse 11]
Everybody got problems, everybody got shirts
'Cause they **** got mu-r-k-ed
Everybody got issues
Everybody walking 'round with a big ass pistol
Everybody got problems, everybody got shirts
'Cause they **** got mu-r-k-ed
Now everybody got issues
Everybody walking 'round with a big ass pistol
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Dominic Hunn, Rodney Brown
