Lyrical Breakdown of Get Throwed feat. Bun B, Young Jeezy, Pimp C & Z-Ro - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Smoke somethin', bitch UGK, hold up, talkin' 'bout Uhh Pimp C, PA 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 Tryna 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 (chyeah) Good weed, good drink, big money, mayne (ayy) Rollin' in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (chyeah) 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 ho without head no more I never pour up with nothing 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 stidyle I send a nigga baby mama home with a smidile You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sentimental Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental Been out, lived through the wicked streets of PA Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck threeway Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say Never hear a ho 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 à la Mode 'Cause a nigga gettin' throwed Good weed, good drink, big money, mayne (ayy) Rollin' in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (chyeah) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed Good weed, good drink, big money, mayne (ayy) Rollin' in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (chyeah) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed 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 voila, there go them bricks Catch me slidin' through the hood (hood) sittin on some big wheels Niggas coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels Trapstar, my Nextel chirp all day (day) Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (chyeah) Good weed, good drink, big money, mayne (Ayy!) big money, mayne Rollin' in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain We only ride the best I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed It's one and only big homie (ayy) Tried to told you I'm throwed (ayy) Ha (chyeah) Something foreign I'm tourin' on foreign land Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Ham-mer Per 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' Throwed 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, mayne (ayy) Rollin' in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (chyeah) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed Good weed, good drink, big money, mayne (ayy) Rollin' in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (chyeah!) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed