Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Throw Them 3's (Bouston Ni****), artist - Benzino. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Throw Them 3's (Bouston Ni****) |
| Throw 'em up |
| Up here in the 6−1-7 |
| Ray Benzino |
| Yo, killa tactics |
| Yo, why y’all niggas wanna test me, I’m out your division |
| I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison |
| Listen, you ain’t gangsta, killa |
| Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44 |
| Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ |
| Have niggas face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm |
| Think something sweet with me, try me |
| And watch how fast I rash on niggas like poison ivy |
| Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk |
| I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk |
| When Boston’s in the house niggas head for the exit |
| I put the toast in they mouth like it’s breakfast |
| These niggas hatin my guts cuz I’m raking in bucks |
| Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups |
| Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up |
| Yo, let’s speed up, I leave the week later, traitor |
| I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I’m doin you a favor |
| Look at you ain’t a playa so, you’ll hate on me later |
| I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper |
| Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes |
| Professionals tell me I’m the next to blow |
| Yeah pop, I already know, I’m just perfectin the flow |
| I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go |
| Even though I hate nosy hoes like I’ma go-star |
| Niggas ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard? |
| I’m tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop |
| Tryin to have all my C’z niggas shoot for the stars |
| My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon |
| I’m tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm |
| With the high beam shit so frigid it won’t visit |
| Or put that nigga Jake up out of business |
| You niggas know fast life, niggas blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of |
| acid |
| Now, if I don’t leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod' |
| To his motherfucking mouth he ain’t gotta have asthma |
| I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle |
| Got niggas yellin «break!» |
| runnin different ways |
| Like them bitch-niggas was comin out a 'hugem |
| My Boston niggas wanna ride |
| Mattapan niggas gonna ride |
| Roxbury niggas wanna ride |
| Do you wanna ride? |
| Tell me, do you wanna ride? |
| South End niggas gonna ride |
| Hyde Park niggas wanna ride |
| JP niggas gonna ride |
| Do you wanna ride? |
| Tell me, do you wanna ride? |
| The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me |
| I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey |
| My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar |
| Tellin you don’t even ride you got your own car |
| My fellas, who ain’t come through don’t sweat us |
| Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous |
| We rock the club all out, rock the bra |
| Comin through and throwin like Michael’s glove |
| I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty |
| My niggas in the back, I don’t think y’all heard me |
| Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt |
| Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck |
| I’ve been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga |
| Inch taller, nigga, don’t fuck with a true baller |
| We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla? |
| We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder |
| Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness |
| Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket |
| Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans |
| All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean |
| Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it |
| 38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit |
| My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons |
| Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin |
| It’s that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist |
| With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday |
| Niggas test the blaze, bullets move steady pace |
| Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist |
| I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green |
| Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene |
| I got a few niggas with me and they grills is mean |
| Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggas shout in the Beam (Hello!) |
| Timbaland’s be fitted, Jeeps that tinted |
| On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it |
| A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish |
| Rob Low and 'Zino, niggas ain’t fuckin wit it |