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# Debut Chart
47 Mar '07 R&B
87 Apr '07 Hot 100


Y'all know what this is [CHORUS] When I'm on that beat I'm a beast I ain't never came weak Got a mouth full of diamonds You can hardly hear me speak Especially when it sound like dis, dis It's that H-Town, baby And you know what it is I'm throwed Got styrofoam cup full of bar I'm throwed Four deep in my old school car I'm throwed Show Cali while I'm banging the screw It's the Ice Man, baby And you know what it do I'm throwed

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I'm fresher than a fruit bowl Leaning like a gas gauge Straight up off the dome Freestyling like hair braids Making that candy dance I'm throwed off the Cali plants I'm prancing on the scene Crawling down like fire ants My mind in a trance I'm sharper than starched pants Stacking Franklins and Grants From South Bank to Spring Branch I'm posted like a stamp With my mind on cash I'm wheel gripping and still tipping Brandy wine on glass I got a screen in the dash A quarter tank full of gas Smoking that puff puff pass Throwed, I hope I don't crash Repping the Swisher blast So I'm flyer than a mockingbird Throwed in the mode game Cold as a iceberg, baby [repeat CHORUS] Now to broads I'm a sharp shooter like Steve Kerr Flash the wrists cause a blur Fox fur and flying spur Undisputed for sure So I'm collecting these dimes Name and number, lil mama 'Cause it's checkout time I'm slidin' on glass threes Inhaling the chronic trees Pack protection 'cause player hating Spread like STD's I'm cool as a ocean breeze Like Chester, I'm chasing cheese I'm stinging like buzzing bees On South Lee with the cheese Screens fall like all them Leaves makes the TV's rain Take a picture if you please Yeah, my wrist is insane Thirty karat diamond chain So balling is off the chain Mind frame I'm stacking change I'm so throwed in the game [repeat CHORUS] I'm full of that purple sprite And I'm searching for broads Paper stacking so my money stretch Like extension cords I'm a wide body rocker In a four on them choppers I'm on the grind stacking up my mail Like the post office Moving at slow pace With T Farris, my ace Cup full of expensive taste Open mouth and showcase I'm throwed with screens hanging Swanging, breaking his trust We pouring up in them cups That stuff got me leaning tough Hold up, I'm caked up So all the boppers attract I got 'em like Asaffa Powell Out there running the track Pulling capers Making paper stacks Fly as a dove A bread breaker, taste maker, baby All of the above, I'm throwed [repeat CHORUS]


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