Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Throwed, artist - Bun B. Album song Trill (Amended), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.08.2013
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Get Throwed |
| Smoke somethin, bitch |
| UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh |
| Pimp C P.A. |
| Trill nigga |
| Polo fuck that Hilfiger |
| Made myself a ghetto star |
| On the slab, sippin barre |
| Smokin weed, sellin white |
| Them other niggaz shit don’t come back right |
| That’s how niggaz get popped |
| Trying to get the cheaper price |
| Watch yo’paper, guard your life |
| Cause most these niggaz ain’t livin right |
| Keep yo’pistol, fuck a fight |
| Cause niggaz out here jack every night |
| I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame |
| Big face hun’erds, keepin the game |
| Hittin the corner in the candy thang |
| Sittin on leather, grippin the grain |
| Good weed, good drink, big money, we — (AYE!) |
| Rollin in somethin’foreign, I’m leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!) |
| I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed |
| Well I came in the door, I said it befo' |
| I never fuck a hoe without head no more |
| I never pull up in nuttin less than a four |
| And I smoke cigars, it ain’t just for the show |
| I’m blessed from the do', and known for my stidile |
| I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile |
| You can have the bitch nigga, I ain’t sending men out |
| Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental |
| Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A. |
| Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA |
| Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way |
| Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say |
| Never hear a hoe say no I won’t, no I can’t |
| Stop it and no I don’t |
| Cause a bitch know that I might just explode |
| And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode |
| Cause a nigga gettin throwed |
| You already know what it is, nigga |
| Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA |
| I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder) |
| Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!) |
| Swear to God the minivan do tricks |
| Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks |
| Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels |
| Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels |
| Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!) |
| Ridin’dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!) |
| Big money, mayn — we only ride the best |
| This one and only, big homey |
| Tried to told you I’m thug, ha So far I’m tourin on foreign land |
| Worldwide I’m known for the Arm &Hamm- |
| -Er, Murder the streets I’m a wanted man |
| (But the flow’s like dope) So it’s on again |
| Started with the block, hit it brick by brick |
| Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit |
| I’m retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip |
| The competition is none, they deceased to exist |
| Let it breathe a little bit |
| He’s off his rocker, he’s a lil schitz' |
| Roll like a football, Hov’used to cook raw |
| Now I got the game sewn like granny’s good shawl |
| Sure, y’all niggaz want war |
| Y’all got it backwards, y’all should want raw |
| Y’all should want more (and more, and more — uhh!) |