Throw'd Out - Rydah F. Klyde, Husalah, Mac Dre

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 whores 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

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 niggas, 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

Fuck 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 fuck?

Nigga, 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 nigga, hop, snow caine nigga, 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 fuck me though

While I drive, you could suck me, ho

Watch your teeth when I yoke, goddamn I’m dope, yeah

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)

Yeah, we top floor, my cuddie next door

X.O., already raw for the Gucci, Prada whores

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

Bitch, 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, fuck it, they’ll be throwin' us out

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)