Get Throwed Songtext
von Bun B

Smoke somethin′, bitch
GK, 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 niggas′ shit don′t come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Tryin′ to get the cheaper price

Watch yo' paper, guard your life
′Cause most these niggas ain't livin′ right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
'Cause niggas 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 (yeah)


Good weed, good drink, big money, we (hey)
Rollin′ in somethin' (hey) foreign, I′m leather-grippin' grain (yeah)
I handle my business so I think
I deserve to get throwed (hey), throwed (yeah)

Well, I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no mo′
I never pull up in nothin′ 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

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 I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie à la mode
′Cause a nigga gettin′ throwed


Good weed, good drink, big money, we (hey)
Rollin' in somethin′ (hey) foreign, I'm leather-grippin′ grain (yeah)
I handle my business so I think
I deserve to get throwed (hey), throwed (yeah)

Good weed, good drink, big money, we
Rollin' in somethin′ foreign, I'm leather-grippin' grain
I handle my business so I think (you already know what it is)
I deserve to get throwed, throwed (nigga, Snowman, 165 a piece, nigga, USDA)

I grind hard, grind hard and play harder, play hard
Break out the pot, heat up, heat up the water, dear
Swear to God, the minivan do tricks
Hit the bricks, hit the lion and wow, there go them bricks

Slide through the hood (hood) sittin′ on some big wheels
Niggas coppin′ white, turnin' flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day, day
Ridin′ dirty, three nines and a four-way (yeah)

Good weed, good drink, big money, we
Rollin' in somethin′ foreign, I'm leather grippin′ grain (big money, man, we only ride the best)
I handle my business so I think (it's the one and only, Big Homey)
I deserve to get throwed, throwed (hey, tried to told you I'm thug)

This is so far and I′m torn 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 little schitz
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like Granny's good shawl
Sure, y′all niggas 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 (hey)
Rollin' in somethin′ (hey) foreign, I'm leather-grippin′ grain (yeah)
I handle my business so I think
I deserve to get throwed (hey), throwed (yeah)

Good weed, good drink, big money, we (hey)
Rollin' in somethin' (hey) foreign, I′m leather-grippin′ grain (yeah)
I handle my business so I think
I deserve to get throwed (hey), throwed (hey)

Yeah (throwed)