Jay-z – Get Throwed lyrics

Smoke somethin’, b**h
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill n***a
Polo f** that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin’ weed, selling white
Them other n***as sh** don’t come back right
That’s how n***as get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo’ paper, guard your life
Cause most these n***as ain’t livin right
Keep yo’ pistol, f** a fight
Cause n***as out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money n***a f** the fame
Big face hun’erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain
[Hook: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]
Good weed, good drink, big money, mayne – (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin’ foreign, on leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo’
I never f** 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 stidile
I send a n***a baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the b**h n***a, I ain’t sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A
Motherf** the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will f** three way
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 b**h know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a n***a gettin throwed
[Hook – repeat 2X]
[Young Jeezy – over Hook]
You already know what it is, n***a
Snowman, 16.5 a piece, n***a, USDA
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
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
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
n***as coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my Nextel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin’ dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)
[Jay-Z – over Hook]
Big money, mayne – we only ride the best
This one and only big homie
Tried to told you I’m thug, ha
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
In something foreign 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 n***a, hit by hit
I’m retarded with the Glock n***a, 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’
Throwed like a football, Hov’ used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny’s good shawl
Sure, y’all n***as want war
Y’all got it backwards, y’all should want raw
Y’all should want more (and more, and more – uhh!)
[Hook – repeat 2X]

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