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still throwed - assholes by nature lyrics

(chorus – z-ro repeat 2x)
still hood, still paid, still throwed, still gangsta
still a g, don’t play me
cause you’ll see -ssh0l- by nature

[verse 1 – z-ro]
uh, couldn’t afford lobster, couldn’t afford steak
so a three piece chicken wing dinner that’s what i ate
most friends were broke, only a couple had cake
sleepin outside, i had nowhere to take my dates
walkin around everyday in the same ole clothes
seein the same ole n-ggas and the same ole hoes
strippers at the club dancin on the same ole poles
drug dealers tryna get you to cocaine yo nose
police raided the block everyday at the same time
tryna catch us and cuff us for committin the same crime
but we had us a vision like jordan with hang time
tryna make a million dollars off of nickels and dimes
brotha that was eleven years ago and i’m still grindin
straight up out of the rough, i ain’t nothin but a diamond
use to do it for free now i’m paid for my rhymin’
the money too good i ain’t thinkin about retirin’

[verse 2 – trae]
i am the street dreams, still reppin for the south
but that wait until you get then they run up in yo house
twenty four hours a day they forever runnin they mouth
haters on d-ck but i’d rather run it in they spouse
it ain’t hard to understand i’m on a different type of mission
bein broke ain’t even a option b-tch i gotta glisten
i starved back then ain’t n0body wanna listen
and that was way before i even had a pot to p-ss in
but what a n-gga know i put the hood in the view
now they greet me with the h every time i come through
that’s just out of respect cause i represent the realer
been a g all of my life and never act brand new
ain’t no limit to the hustle cause i want it full time
i use to get head, now i want the full shine
tryna make it to the top’ll be my reason for rhyme
in the gutta guarantee me i’mma get it this time

(chorus – z-ro)

[verse 3 – z-ro]
my -ss got crown holder jeans, my chest got evisu
and my feet got gator
but don’t get it twisted, and play me for weak
i just wanna look good when i’m walkin over all ya’ll haters
when i was on lock my n-gga trae was takin over this b-tch
and when i came home we connected like the internet
b-tch i’m a veteran, i been around ever since the beginnin’
i’ve done a h-ll of alot but i’m not finished yet
i want a plaque, but the bootleggers be makin it hard to do
keep sellin this sh-t b-tch we gon’ mob on you
my att-tude is rude, i never gave a f-ck and i never will man
i’m just try’na pay my bills, hold up
pimp c, p.a. trill n-gga
polo f-ck that hilfiger
rest in peace i’m a see you when i get there bro
even though you in the grave my n-gga you still throwed

[verse 4 – trae]
when it comes to bein hood, h-ll yeah i’m in the zone
never work in nothin less then eightb-lls and a home
i’m the truth for real and ain’t just in a song
got e’m lookin at these hoes like they never seen chrome
when they pick up in the trunk it’s a hundred percent slow
so throwed and you know mr. mcvey is so blowed
i’m cool but the whip wanna pose
yeah the trunk got a mind of it’s own, all i do is let it glow
it’s the king of the streets, and the king of the ghetto
middle finger in the air when i wanna say h-llo
call me what ya want i used to chase after hoes
now i got em chasin me until they breakin they stilettos
i’m still hood, still gangsta
a.b.n is on the top haters i’mma thank ya
plus everywhere you go you gotta deal with us, like it or not
cause in the streets – or the rap we gon’ out rank ya

(chorus)

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