Mr. Lee - NY2PA (Get Throwed Cover) lyrics

Intro (Lotto): I mean, what can I say it' pretty predictable. You can depend on it It's clockwork As a Queens youngin' he watched the older ones get it like clockwork so what's next? Come outside and clock work Nowadays when it comes to him it's still clockwork Beats, bars, hook, clockwork One take Saint. Clockwork. Bank on it Verse 1 (Easy Yves Saint) Two six five. Lotto, Bun I got it Man f** these n***as I don't f** with these n***as They can't f** with me n***a I don't f**ing need n***as Got divas in the H in love with a Queens n***a I'm a rare heir what a luxury Nobody sonning me but a queen There there Better have air fare witcha put red bull in ya I'm out of sorts Won about a 100 out in Fort Bend county prolly run em out the court Bout to take a trip and the sun is out course DA got nothing so she fronting on my shorts Judge laughing like, "Really?" cuz they Ralph without the horse Can't f** me! Blue balls and I'm caught red handed make for purple label of course I been on that like half of the H with that "Been On" track I'm hot enough. I bent more wax than the sun sober never bent on Jack Hold up let me vent fall back (Y'all know what it is Clockwork 265 Easy Yves Saint you dig?) Verse 2 (Easy Yves Saint) As a lickle yute (youth) 22 in the boot Turned into a number 22 shoe Can't fit a Mojave bird in a Margie First down 10 yards in a Barney's First town since home and I'm balling Me and DJ 10 broads in New Orleans Mink on the strap VV's in the face like a Spice lane n***a threw dubs in it wait Met Paul Wall good times due to balling GS two screens in it falling Trap on the campus scratch like dandruff couple cats found a n***a attitude appalling Back to Nebraska Gucci Aces purple label shiiiit with the logo on it face it I was in it first you was working out the basics Started from the bottom I was working out the basement Selling in the cellar never whined just aged and this rap sh** happened to me happens I'm amazing Happens I'm a Mason brick by brick like Shawn at the Days Inn b**h by b**h n***a yawn and replace them Jaded like the charm on a Asian Me and my DROOGS get throwed like a pillow faded like a bad tat threw dro in the rillo So instrumental to the flow Is the rental that I rode Through the middle of the US You guess coke No simple yes or no What a riddle Bun, Ro, Pimp, Young (Jeezy) and Hov had me literally throwed (Catch my breath cuz I'm literally throwed 265 Clockwork) Verse 3 (Easy Yves Saint) Could, sell like Randolph and Mortimer orderers Buy buy buy like Timberlake sort of a Cornerer of bodies commander in chief coroner Dead presidents big faces Rushmore The more that I touch The more of a rush Surrounded by white like a moor at a rush If a who*e wanna crush make a s'more in the truck Sword stuck, like Excalibur I only pull it out if she round my ex caliber I'm guess I'm the King Author/Authur String together lyrics still take bling off ya Chandler Bing could this BE any harder? You p**y like what you ain't seeeeeen any parts of!!!! Trill started in streets of Port Authur Ain't just slang you ain't seen what you talk of Man f** these n***as Sean Otis, Man f** these n***as B-Do Bun B Pimp C, man f** these n***as Cham Payne, Man f** these n***as Mike Mogul, Man f** these n***as NY to PA, Y'all know what it is f** these n***as Clockwork 265 Easy Yves Saint We out this thing Rest in Peace Pimp C You DIG?