Throw Some D’s (Remix)

By Rich Boy

On Rich Boy

Released on August 15, 2006

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[Intro: Lil Jon, sample]

Yeah!

I used to think about immature things

You know, like, "Do you love me? Do you want me?

Are you gon' call me like you said you would?

Is this really your real phone number?"

Wait a minute, motherfuckers...!


[Verse 1: Andre 3000]

Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the ho-od

See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty go-od

But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it

Ha-ha, sleep, Tylenol PM, if I pull it

Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of ya life

Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like

So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8

He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?

Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers? Then

You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet

Like the boys in blue when they come through with them boots

And they kickin' down the door and they don't care who they shoot

But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do

So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back

But they comin' from the back, so we run back to the front

They say get down on ya knees, we say, "What the fuck you want?"

They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'

Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talkin' they won't know

That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter

Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers – log out!


[Chorus: Rich Boy]

Fuck niggas wanna jack

Shit tight, no slack

Just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw— throw—

Rich Boy sellin' crack

Fuck niggas wanna jack

Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac, throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac


[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boy

Alabama bricks, boy tryin' to get them big toys

Two-twelve motorin', tell Harry throw some D's on that bitch

Now I'm gettin' fly, couple G's on the fit

I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch

I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch

We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch 'cause we ballin'

We all outcasts, hot cars, we coppin' cash

Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass

The car wash, my whip's glowin', no tints, we fish bowlin'

No top, the piff's blowin', throw some D's on that bitch

And we go hard, Zone 4, D-boy squad

We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge

We got a fetish coppin' speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card

They never thought that we'd get large (Yo)

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee & Nelly]

Lunatics sittin' fat, St. Louis on the map

Sixty-nine wet black, I just got my Cutty back

Throw some D's on that ho, I just got my Cutty back

Throw some D's on that ho, I just got my Cutty back

How could I slip, how could I fall

When you're baby mama got my poster high up on her wall?

And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers

I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister I called

Last time she asked me for some money, I was hell to the nah

But now I'm rich and she can get it

See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana splitted

Inside is totally ig'nant, outside is totally kitted

To be specific, it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it

That Buick Regal done did it, my Monte Carlo's terrific

That El Dorado got switches, Tamika and them, I done hit it

That twenty mill', I done spent it, that house on the hill, I live it, man

And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)

Walk up in the strip club, lookin' for a big butt

Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten, what?

Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo, I brought about ten, what?

Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo, I brought about ten, what?

[Chorus: Rich Boy & Lil Jon]

Rich Boy sellin' crack

Fuck niggas wanna jack

Sit tight, no slack

Just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac (Let's go!), ayy


[Verse 4: Rich Boy]

It's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller

I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala

I threw some D's on that 'Lac and now it's taller

They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla

Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man 'Lac

Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black

I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on

Ho, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome

So fuck you haters, I'll see you later

My seats be gator in my Escalade, uh

Mama told me, "Put some D's on it, son, you ridin' wrong"

So I took them twenties off and put the monster wheels on


[Chorus: Rich Boy]

Rich Boy sellin' crack

Fuck niggas wanna jack

Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw— throw—

Rich Boy sellin' crack

Fuck niggas wanna jack

Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac, throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw— throw—


[Verse 5: The Game]

All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin' high

Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides

Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel

Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill

California license plate, ridin' through the ATL

Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail

Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene

Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean

Put Cali on the map, West Side on my back

Hometown on my face, 45 on my lap

20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece

Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma throw some D's on that bitch

Pull up at the rim shop and throw some D's on that bitch

Might as well cut the top

Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out

Hit the block, 15's vibratin' the whole fuckin' house


[Chorus: Rich Boy]

Rich Boy sellin' crack

Fuck niggas wanna jack

Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac, throw— throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac, throw some— throw some D's on that bitch

Just bought a Cadillac