Throwed Nigga - Juicy J, The Game

You a throwed nigga

You a you a throwed nigga

You a throwed nigga

You a you a throwed nigga

Codeine in my cup, bitch all in my face

Kush all in my blunt, super throwed on that ace

You a throwed nigga

You a you a throwed nigga

Ridin' round with that super soaker

Red cup I’m super throwed

My straight eight all suped up

I’m a dry this ho to the Super Bowl

Trukfit, tank top, tell them hoes I’m super lean

Look like I won the super lotto

Damn my condo super clean

Left your bitch at the Super 8

She sucked my dick I’m super straight

Got Nicki Minaj tied up in my trunk 15's kicking out, that’s Super Bass

In the hood we got super bands

My cotton piece stuff super grams

My bitch layed out with a super ten

She flying high with super man

Picture that, no Instagram

Real life no side show

Real nigga, no Tony Parker

Your main bitch is my side-ho

Blowin' purp I’m high fi, redrum in that Mai Tai

Rubbing on the bitch tattas she scared of dick, Sci Fi

Hooked her up to that Wi Fi

Wiped my dick and said bye bye

Dropped the ho off at Pop Eyes and continued eating my hot fries

My old partner, AR said you a cold nigga

I simply said my day job my day job, ain’t lovin' hoes nigga

Ask Juicy J about me

What you know about mixing molly with the loud

Hotel smoked out nigga fuck a towel

Nigga all my wet burn blunts like cigarettes

Benz got my teeth grindin' like I’m chewing Nicorette

Every three hours need a re up from the weed man

Afghan purp strand super man head band

Eyes so tight got me looking like Jackie Chan

Me and the Game like Red and the Method Man

Smoking on the roach, you ain’t really feeling that dope that you smoked

Try to mix lean with the blunt let it soak

All you gon' do is choke

Niggas can’t handle weed from the west coast

Smoke so much till a nigga overdose

I stay high when I’m in and out the booth

Gotta thank Mary for this verse that I wrote

Big buzz in every club don’t need a plug I am the plug

Taylor Gang, I’m on the plane

I’m leanin' man, I’m on them thangs

Only strong up in the bong, I’ve been high for way too long

Codeine I sip, hotbox the whip

I stay throwed, Cheech and Chong

Roll kush, fuck hoes, start fights, shoot niggas

How many niggas hurricane done killed, shit quite a few niggas

I’m like two Nas', two Jiggas, two Pacs, two Biggies

Cop the Rari for 250, then made the Rari do 250

Crash the Rari got two Bentleys

Blowing dank like two hippes

Give a nigga bout eight months in the gym

I’m gonna come through looking like two fifties

Half a mill on that xbox

John Madden probably owin' me

Ask Bow Wow, ask Fat Joe, ask Ocho they know me

On that 2k, I od

That C.O.D.

you D.O.A

Fuck nigga put your money down

Start worrying bout when the fuck we gon' play

Put six bad hoes in one big room

Stuff six grams in one big blunt

Load six shells in one big pump

Stuff six chickens in one big trunk

Right next to a body, black John Gotti

Like a nigga shotty, hit em with the shotty

Fuck her good once then send her to the lobby

Fuck her so good momma looking for the body

Poppin' mollys and Bugattis, coppin' Mozzys no deposit

Runnin' through the money when a nigga get throwed

Tires screeching when the story get told

So much money that the shit don’t fold