Throw

[Chorus: Jaz]

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

[Verse 1: Baby Bash]

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

[Chorus: Jaz]

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

[Verse 2: Mac Dre]

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'

[Chorus: Jaz]

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

[Verse 3: Jay Tee]

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

[Chorus: Jaz]

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