Testo Throw - Mac Dre
Testo della canzone Throw (Mac Dre), tratta dall'album Mac Dre's the Name
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 at the throw, nigga, burping on these hoes, nigga
Loving the way we flow, nigga, oh you didn't know, nigga?
Stacking up these style points as we enter the spot
Smoking booyah joints, got about an ounce in stock
And you better watch my cousin 'cause he fresh out of Vacaville
State Penitentiary smoking on a half a hill
Blowing by them squares that be constantly hating
Whispering to their partner, "Man, that nigga
Tried to fuck my bitch when we was still dating"
Think what you want, sucker, I wasn't trying
I was deep inside the puss when you was working overtime
And guess what, player, I'm looking famous
Ready to stick my finger so far in your baby's mother's anus
He keeps looking while I keep staring
Smoking more happy than a Bobby McFerrin
With the Looie Crew, bitch, and Miami's got the chopper
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, Fabo, dipped in butter
Looking fatter than that other Dre that be with Ed Lover
L-U-G's on my F-double-E-T's
So cool I can freeze like 32 degrees
G's in my pockets 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 gigging in Alameda
Crack the heem and cutty roll some weed up
Nigga trying to party 'til he hear cock farting
Then I'm departing, acting a fool like Martin
Leaving rubber parallel 'cause I got posse
Got to stay tight to shake Detective Cozzie
Everybody's jocking but I ain't stopping
I'm Audi to the throw where the pussy's popping
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 out of the pad, did I forget something?
I puts this dick on my broad, I gots to hit something
I try to split something, 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 the shit just like I taught you
Not a motherfucking thing is what I bought you
I don't give a fuck about laws
Tonight, man, I'm all about drawers
Riding with a hutch, it's Big Fred in my clutch
I never heard about any of the players that get down this much
If you looking to get took, 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
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
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Writer(s): Andre Louis Hicks
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