Get Throwed (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Bun B

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 

Tryin' 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 

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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 

Rollin' in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin' grain 

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 sentimental 

I smoke weed and freestyle over an instrumental 

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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 

Good weed, good drink, big money, we 

Rollin' in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin' grain 

I handle my business so I think 

I deserve to get throwed, throwed 

Good weed, good drink, big money, we 

Rollin' in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin' grain 

I handle my business so I think 

I deserve to get throwed, throwed 

You already know what it is, nigga 

Snowman, 165 a piece, nigga USDA 

I grind hard, grind hard and play harder, play hard 

Break out the pot, heat up the water 

Swear to God, the minivan do tricks 

Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks 

Slide through the hood sittin' on some big wheels 

Niggaz coppin' white and turn flips like cartwheels 

Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day 

Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way 

Good weed, good drink, big money, we 

Rollin' in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin' grain 

I handle my business so I think 

I deserve to get throwed, throwed 

So far I'm tourin' on foreign land 

Worldwide, I'm known for the Arm & Hammer 

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 

Good weed, good drink, big money, we 

Rollin' in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin' grain 

I handle my business so I think 

I deserve to get throwed, throwed 

Good weed, good drink, big money, we 

Rollin' in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin' grain 

I handle my business so I think 

I deserve to get throwed, throwed