Mac Dre, Baby Bash - The Throw lyrics

It's that throw, bitch
And we gotta let you know, bitch
We park and perk, put in work
Gotta get that dough, bitch
It's that throw, bitch
And we gotta let you know, bitch
We park and perk, put in work
Gotta get that dough, bitch

I'm the throw, nagga gurpin' with these hoes
Nagga lovin' the way we flow, nagga
Oh, you didn't know, nagga
Stackin' up these style points
(Style points) as we enter the spot
Smokin' booyow joints
(Booyow joints) , got about an ounce in stock
And you better watch my cousin
'cause he's fresh outta Vacaville
State penitentiary, smokin' on a half a hill
Blowin' by them squares that
Be constantly hatin'
Whisperin' to the potna, "Man
That nigga tried to
Fuck my bitch when we wеre still datin'
" mmm
Think what you want, sucker, I wasn't tryin'
I was deep inside thе pussy
When you was working overtime
And guess what, playa? I'm looking famous
(Famous) waiting to stick my finger so far
In your baby's mother's anus (Anus)
He keeps looking, while I keep staring
Smoking more happy than, uh, Bobby McFerrin
With the Looie Crew, bitch
And Miami's got a choppa
I came with my folks but now
I'm leaving with a head doctor

It's that throw, bitch
And we gotta let you know, bitch
We park and perk, put in work
Gotta get that dough, bitch
It's that throw, bitch
And we gotta let you know, bitch
We park and perk, put in work
Gotta get that dough, bitch

Stepped out the lid, famo', dipped in butter
Looking fatter than that other Dre
That be with Ed Lover
L-U-Gz on my F double E T's
So cool I can freeze like 32 degrees
G's in pocket, stuffed like potatoes
Ready to play hoes 'cause that's
How my day goes
I'm Dre, hoes, and yes, the rumor is true
Donkey curve to the left a
Little and way cool
But ooh, I heard they giggin' in Alameda
Crack heem, and cuddie rolled some weed up
Nigga tryna party 'til he hear cock fartin'
Then I'm departin', actin' a fool like Martin
Leavin' rubber parallel 'cause I got posi
Got to stay tight to shake Detective Cozi
Everybody's jockin', but I ain't stoppin'
I'm outie to the throw
Where the pussy's poppin'

It's that throw, bitch
And we gotta let you know, bitch
We park and perk, put in work
Gotta get that dough, bitch
It's that throw, bitch
And we gotta let you know, bitch
We park and perk, put in work
Gotta get that dough, bitch

Now 'fore I blast up outta the pad
Did I forget somethin'?
I puts this dick on my broad
I gots to hit somethin'
I try to split somethin'
(Split it) , I represent when it counts
Give her 93 minutes, bust a nut then I bounce
Jump on the freeway, I'm still down to roll
Slide through Sacramento and clown some more
Bump a couple of bitches, sell some game
Be all about my riches
Never tell 'em my name
I serve and switch just like I was taught to
Not a motherfuckin' thing is
What I bought you
I don't give a fuck about laws
Tonight, man, I'm all about drawers
Fightin' with a hutch
It's big bread in my clutch
I never heard about any of the
Players that get down this much
If you looking to get toked
Come spend a buck with me
But, if you see me at the throw
Don't even fuck with me

It's that throw, bitch
And we gotta let you know, bitch
We park and perk, put in work
Gotta get that dough, bitch
It's that throw, bitch
And we gotta let you know, bitch
We park and perk, put in work
Gotta get that dough, bitch