Husalah - Throw'd Out lyrics

{verse 1: rydah j. klyde} Yo, i'm stumblin' from the bar with two bottles Walk with a lean so i'm crushin' two models They do swallow, i lead, they follow I could see i ain't the only one in here with my wallow My number's cuatro cinco with hollows I live for today 'cause i ain't promised tomorrow I do it like a rock star, in the drop but the top's hard Get drunk, fall out, drive fast, block car Kicked out the sir francis, top floor Smokin' weed with a herd of dancers with no balls, playboy Like hugh hef', i'm too fresh Mob stylin' like joe pesc' with a little man complex Come dressed in minks, my who*es is draggin' on the floor I'm stealin' drinks, light my trees, they tryna kick me out the door That's when i boss up, few racks in bar money i toss up I shoulda pulled my nine like shyne, well, next time {verse 2: husalah} Yo, one to the two, two to the three It's the super silky fresh dope dealer mc The husalah, husalah, huh-huh-huh-husalah Security ni**as, they tryna rush us It ain't fair now, i just let my hair down and all the hoes jockin' Now they wanna kick us out the spot when All i really wanna do is touch your body 'cause everybody knows it's the husalah party fu*k it, i'll the hoes and have a private party Crowd private, top floor with husalah lossie Illa rock killa, cold crush, young hus' What the fu*k? ni**a, back up and get touched Pimp walkin' out the buildin' with my hand on my nuts Exit stage left, all the fly hoes rush Now they in my load, reachin' all in my window My cousin j. klyde got us scorin' some indo Then we up out, baby, hold your horses You're ridin' with the champ, take it slow, don't force it Before she ever met me, she kissed my portrait She asked why i never really rock at fortress I'm a dope game ni**a, hop, snow caine ni**a, rock Dope gangs in the block recognize husalah Blast tecs, rarely do i have sex So you's a lucky ho, but i doubt if you'll fu*k me though While i drive, you could su*k me, ho Watch your teeth when i yoke, goddamn i'm dope, yeah {chorus: mac dre, rydah j. klyde} They throw'd us right on out, they throw'd us right on out They throw'd us right on out, they throw'd us right on out (gettin' dumb in the spot, mayne) They throw'd us right on out, they throw'd us right on out They throw'd us right on out, they throw'd us right on out (gettin' dumb in the spot, mayne) {verse 3: rydah j. klyde} Yeah, we top floor, my cuddie next door X.o., already raw for the gucci, prada who*es That smoke zags, i seen 'em pull 'em out a coach bag I coulda short before she rolled that, know what i passed her Let's see if she could twist; stopped short, guy paid a visit Put the weed out, light an incense b*tch, you gon' ask him, "who is it?" You see a badge, tell him you'll be there in a minute If not, anybody else, your ass, they can kiss it The trees, no one missed it Even though we smokin', still twistin' And showin' out, blowin' a cloud And we hella loud, fu*k it, they'll be throwin' us out {chorus: mac dre, rydah j. klyde} They throw'd us right on out, they throw'd us right on out They throw'd us right on out, they throw'd us right on out (gettin' dumb in the spot, mayne) They throw'd us right on out, they throw'd us right on out They throw'd us right on out, they throw'd us right on out (gettin' dumb in the spot, mayne)