Get Throwed lyrics

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BUN-B lyrics : "Get Throwed"

(feat. Pimp C, Young Jeezy, Jay-Z, Z-Ro)


Smoke somethin, (*##$
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh

[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill ^!$$%
Polo $#[email protected] that Hilfiger

Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white

Them other ^!$$%z %#@! don't come back right
That's how ^!$$%z get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price

Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these ^!$$%z ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, $#[email protected] a fight

Cause ^!$$%z out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money ^!$$% $#[email protected] 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, on 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 $#[email protected] 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 ^!$$% baby mamma home with a smidile

You can have the (*##$ ^!$$%, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.

Mother$#[email protected] the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will $#[email protected] 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 (*##$ know that I might just explode

And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a ^!$$% gettin throwed

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Young Jeezy]

You already know what it is, ^!$$%
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, ^!$$% 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 brakes, hit the lights 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 ^!$$%, hit by hit

I'm retarded with the glock ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$%z 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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Writer(s): Leroy Williams, Shawn Carter
Copyright: Carter Boys Music, Carter Boys Publishing, Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Noddfactor Publishing, WB Music Corp.
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