Assholes By Nature - Still Throwed 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 a**hole 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***as and the same ole hoes Strippers at the club dancin on the same ole poles Drug dealers tryna get you to c**aine 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 dick 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**h I gotta glisten I starved back then ain't nobody wanna listen And that was way before I even had a pot to piss in But what a n***a 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 a** 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***a Trae was takin over this b**h And when I came home we connected like the internet b**h I'm a veteran, I been around ever since the beginnin' I've done a hell 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** b**h we gon' mob on you My attitude is rude, I never gave a f** and I never will man I'm just try'na pay my bills, hold up Pimp C, P.A. trill n***a Polo f** that Hilfiger Rest In Peace I'm a see you when I get there bro Even though you in the grave my n***a you still throwed [Verse 4 - Trae] When it comes to bein hood, hell yeah I'm in the zone Never work in nothin less then eightballs 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 hello 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)