Bun B - Get Throwed Lyrics
(Featuring Young Jeezy, Z-Ro, Chamillionaire, & Pimp C)
[Pimp C]
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
[Z-Ro] Good weed, good drink, big money, we
[Young Jeezy] AYE!
[Z-Ro] Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain
[Young Jeezy] (YEEEAH!)
[Z-Ro] I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
[Bun B]
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
[Z-Ro] Good weed, good drink, big money, we
[Young Jeezy] AYE!
[Z-Ro] Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain
[Young Jeezy] (YEEEAH!)
[Z-Ro] I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
[Young Jeezy]
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!)
[Z-Ro] Good weed, good drink, big money, we
[Young Jeezy] AYE!
[Z-Ro] Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain
[Young Jeezy] (YEEEAH!)
[Z-Ro] I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed, Good weed, good drink, big money, we
[Young Jeezy] AYE!
[Z-Ro] Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain
[Young Jeezy] (YEEEAH!)
[Z-Ro] I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
[Pimp C]
I keep my money on the low,
So i have a reason for hurtin hoes
Don't really care bout they souls
[Young Jeezy] Bitch
[Pimp C]
Now frame me,
takin shit from the back, like a ladie
Bitches know i give em sperm
I keep a pack so i got more money to burn
[Young Jeezy] Bitch
[Z-Ro]
Ay wut you know bout the hoes
Tryin to get payed is that gonna happen
[Young Jeezy] No
Now i think i've done good for niggaz, for you niggaz
[Z-Ro]
don't hate celebrate how we hustle hoes
Even if you a pussy hoe
Fuck they souls, souls and souls
[Young Jeezy] YEeeeeeah
[Bun b]
Keep the hoes on the low
So they can suck a dick all night long
Like i give a fuck bout em
I keep em in the pants till they spit em out then
i put it back in and say
[Z-Ro]
Bitch you must be a retard
no, no, oh no
[Young Jeezy] Yeah
[Chamillionaire]
I think I hustled em good
Tryin to find a nigga that git shit food
Im in da looh
And bitches wanna cum
Like i care i put it back in they gums
If it stick to it then let it be
Don't love em don't trust, nigga don't you see
And i handled em good i deserve to get
[Z-Ro] Throwed, throwed
[Young Jeezy] Yeah
[Z-Ro] Good weed, good drink, big money, we
[Young Jeezy] AYE!
[Z-Ro] Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain
[Young Jeezy] (YEEEAH!)
[Z-Ro] I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed, Good weed, good drink, big money, we
[Young Jeezy] AYE!
[Z-Ro] Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain
[Young Jeezy] (YEEEAH!)
[Z-Ro] I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
Bun B - Get Throwed Lyrics
(feat. Pimp C, Young Jeezy, Jay-Z, Z-Ro)
[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh
[Pimp C]
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
[Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]
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
[Bun B]
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
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Young Jeezy]
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!)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
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!)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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