Throw Some D’s (Remix) Rich Boy ft Andre 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee, & The Game
YEAH
“I used to think about immature things You know like Do you love me, Do you want me Are you gunna call me like you said you would Is this really your real phone number”
wait A Minute Muthafucka
(Andre 300) Ain't a hood nigga but a nigga from the hooda See my mommy stayed on me So I turned out pretty good But if you wanna try Sucka I think we could do it haha Sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it Shee.. Sheep, count em for the rest of your life Yea, yea, your partner got away but now he vegetable-like So, so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8 He could die any second How much longer is it gon’ take Gon’ get it over with Oh what if you were in my loafers then You might be the dope ,, I would it flush down the toilet Like the boys in blue, when the come through with the boots And they kickin down the door, and they don’t care who they shoot But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do So we act like we on track, Then we run straight to the back But they coming from the back So we run back to the front They say get down on yo knees We say what the fuck you want They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo’ Then I wanna give em but if I keep talkin’ they wont know That my cousin in the back And we call him Roto Reuters slash plumber cash runner And he file on them computers log i-i-i-i-i
(Chorus) Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac (Throw some D’s on that bitch) just bought a Cadillac (Throw some Throw some D’s on that bitch) Just bought a Cadillac (Throw Throw some) Rich Boy sellin crack Fuck niggas wanna jack shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (Throw Throw some D’s on that bitch) Just bought a Cadillac (Throw Throw some D’s on that bitch) Just bought a Cadillac (Throw Throw some D’s on that bitch)
(Jim Jones) Shout out to Rich Boy We all wanna be rich boy Alabama bricks boy Try and get the big toys 2-12 motorin’ Tell Harry (Throw some D’s on that bitch) Now I’m getting fly, Couple G’s on the fit I’m at the jewelryer now, Throw some freeze on a bitch I gotta chest cold and I might sneeze on a bitch We at the strip club, we throw some g’s on that bitch Cause we BALLIN’ We all Outkast, hot cars we coping cash Chop shop add the stash, Cop cars we kiss their ass The carwash, my whips glowin’ No tint we fish bowlin No top the piff blowin (Throw some D’s on that bitch) And We go hard, zone 4, d-1 squad We don’t need to boss, closest lawyer baby Just to keep in charge We got a Fetish copin speeding cars Charge it to my Visa card, they never thought that we’d get large
(Nelly and Murphy Lee hot potato) Yo lunatic sittin fat, St. Louis on the map ’69 Wet Black I just got my Cutty back Throw some d’s on that Ho ,I just got my Cutty back Throw some d’s on that Ho, I just got my Cutty back How could I slip, how could I fall When Yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall And that aint all, she did give me dem draws I’m Murphy Lee please tell your sexy little sister (I’ll call) Last time she ask me for some money I was (Hell to the Naw ) But now I’m rich and she can get it See these D’s match my fitted, My paint is Banana Splitted Inside is totally ign’t, Outside is totally kiddin’ To be pacific it's wicked, how them dirty boys get it Dat Buick Regal (done did it) My Montecarlo (‘s terrific) That El Dorado (got switches) Shamicka an’ them (I aint hit it) That 20 mill (I just spent it) That house on the hill (I live it man) And that diamond red bone You know them niggas hit it Walk up in the strip club Looking for a big butt Shawtie wanna get buck [I bought about ten wha Throw some one’s on it mo’ I bought about ten wha?] x2 (Chrous)
(Rich Boy) Ay, its Rich boy baby girl I’m a balla I drop a hit then and had to go park my Impala I threw some D’s on that ‘Lac and now it’s taller They see them wheels on my Deville amd so the holla Wassup, lets get these dollas I got the fat man Lac took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black Prime hold the jacob wit my toyko adidas on Ho dont even call my phone If you aint gunna give me dome So fuck you haters, ill see you later My seats be gata in my Escalata Momma told me put some D’s on it son you ridin wrong So I took them 20s off and put them monster wheelie on
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(The Game) All Red Chevrolet, 26's ridin’ high Dukes of hazards doors, in Compton we call'em suicides Suede roof, leather seats, wood grain steering wheel Candy Apple hard top, Game logo on the grill California license plate, riding through the ATL Keep my ties bald, I never leave a paper trail Naw Imma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene Elbow out the window, show ‘em how a gangsta lean Put Cali on the map, West side on my back Hometown on my face, 45’s on my lap 20 in my earlobe , hundred on my neck piece Just Bought a Bentley and nigga Imma (Throw Some D’s on that bitch) Pull up to at the rim Shop and (Throw Some D’s on that bitch) might as well cut the top let the sun Shine in and the bass jump out hit the block ,15's vibratin the whole fuckin house
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