Paul Wall I'm Throwed (Feat. Jermaine Dupri) (Produced By Jermaine Dupri) Lyrics

[Jermaine Dupri:]
Ya'll know what this is

[Chorus:]
When I'm on that beat I'm a beast
I aint never came through
Got a mouth full of diamonds
You can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it shine like dis (dis)
It's that H-Town baby and you know what is
I'm throwed
Got styrophome cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali why I'm bangin this crew
Its the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
I'm throwed

[Paul Wall:]
Fresher than a fruit bowl
Leanin like a gas gage
Straight up off the doors, freestylin like hair braids
Makin that candy dance, I'm throwed off the Cali plants
I'm pressin on his knee crawlin down like fire ants
Im higher than a trance, I'm sharper than a stars pants
Stackin Franklin and Grants from south bank to spring grass
I'm posted like a stamp with my mind on cash
I'm wheel grippin and still tippin Brandi wine on glass
I got a screen and a dash a quarter tank full of gas
Smokin that puff puff pass, throwed I hope I dont crash
Rippin the Swisha glass, so I'm flyer than a mockingbird
Throwed and I'm old game, cold as a iceburg

[Paul Wall:]
Now to broads I'm a sharp-shooter like Steve Kerr
Flash the wrists cause a blur
Fox fur and flyin spur
Undisputed for sure
So I'm collectin these dimes
Name and number lil momma cuz its checkout time
I'm slidin on glass threes, inhalin the cronic trees
Pack protection cuz player hatin spread like STD's
I'm cool as a ocean breeze, like Chester I'm chasin cheese
I'm stangin like buzzin bees, on softly with cheese
Screens fall like all them leaves makes the TV's rain
Take a picture if you please, yeah my wrist is insane
Thirty "K" diamond chain, so ballin is off the chain
Mind frame I'm stackin change, I'm so throwed in the game

[Paul Wall:]
I'm throwed in the game

Im pourin that purple sprite, and im searchin for broads
Paper stackin so my money stretch like extension chords
I'm a wide bod rocker in a four on them choppers
I'm on the grind stackin up my mail like the post office
Movin at slow pace with T Fair as my ace
Cup full of expensive taste, open mouth and showcase
I'm throwed up with screens hangin, swangin breakin the struts
We pourin up in them cups that stuff got me leanin tough
Hold up
I'm caked up so all the boppers attract I got em like a softer pal out there runnin the track
Pullin capers makin paper stacks fly as a dove
A bread breaker, taste maker baby
Halla at ya love, I'm throwed