[{"id":19561301,"name":"Throw Some D's (Travis Barker Remix)","trackName":"Throw Some D's (Travis Barker Remix)","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Throw Some D's","duration":240.901224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gangstas in the house\nZone 4\nGet money\nNew money\nIt's what you been waiting on\n\nRich Boy sellin' crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nRich Boy sellin' crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nRich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac\nTook it to the chop shop\nGot the damn top dropped\ntwo colored flip flopped\nCandy red lollipop\nThere's hoes in the parking lot\nBut I still got my glock hot\nNew money motherfucker don't you see the big knot\nDon't you see the big chain\nDon't you see the big grills\nWonder who they hatin' on lately\nBaby it's him\nCandy paint, Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee\nUp in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be\nHaters wish they could feel the wood in my '83\nRidin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me\n\nRich Boy sellin' crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nRich Boy sellin' crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nI never slip, I never fall,\nA lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call\nA real O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga ball\nThen after we hit the club baby then I'm gonna hit them draws\nI'm gonna break you off\n(and that's all)\nEvery freak should have a picture of my dick\n(on they wall)\nPolow be the shit, zone 4 be the click yeah this\n(for my dawgs)\nYeah gangsters, hustlers, wanksters, busters\n(Wait a minute motherfucker)\n\nRich Boy sellin' crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nRich Boy sellin' crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nHit the block on some new 10 thousand dollar wheels\nKinda strange how I feel,\nToucha gator on my wheel\nGot peanut butter ice cream petter pan seats\nJust gotta fresh cut\nNow we looking for them freaks\nTake her back yella bitch\nMake her drop them draws\nImma show you how to ball\nMiddle finger to the law\nSo fuck them niggas what they wanna do\nHating on a player 'cause my 'lac 'scade 22's.\nWhen I pull up imma park right at the front door\nLean in my cup got purp in my blunt\nImma real pimp\nBitch I ain't playin' like a trick\nJust bought a new 'Lac\nand put them thangs on they bitch\n\nRich Boy sellin' crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\n\nRich Boy sellin' crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's (Travis Barker Remix)\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: Throw Some D's\n duration_ms: 240901\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Gangstas in the house\n Zone 4\n Get money\n New money\n It's what you been waiting on\n\n Rich Boy sellin' crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Rich Boy sellin' crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac\n Took it to the chop shop\n Got the damn top dropped\n two colored flip flopped\n Candy red lollipop\n There's hoes in the parking lot\n But I still got my glock hot\n New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot\n Don't you see the big chain\n Don't you see the big grills\n Wonder who they hatin' on lately\n Baby it's him\n Candy paint, Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee\n Up in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be\n Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83\n Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me\n\n Rich Boy sellin' crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Rich Boy sellin' crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n I never slip, I never fall,\n A lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call\n A real O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga ball\n Then after we hit the club baby then I'm gonna hit them draws\n I'm gonna break you off\n (and that's all)\n Every freak should have a picture of my dick\n (on they wall)\n Polow be the shit, zone 4 be the click yeah this\n (for my dawgs)\n Yeah gangsters, hustlers, wanksters, busters\n (Wait a minute motherfucker)\n\n Rich Boy sellin' crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Rich Boy sellin' crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Hit the block on some new 10 thousand dollar wheels\n Kinda strange how I feel,\n Toucha gator on my wheel\n Got peanut butter ice cream petter pan seats\n Just gotta fresh cut\n Now we looking for them freaks\n Take her back yella bitch\n Make her drop them draws\n Imma show you how to ball\n Middle finger to the law\n So fuck them niggas what they wanna do\n Hating on a player 'cause my 'lac 'scade 22's.\n When I pull up imma park right at the front door\n Lean in my cup got purp in my blunt\n Imma real pimp\n Bitch I ain't playin' like a trick\n Just bought a new 'Lac\n and put them thangs on they bitch\n\n Rich Boy sellin' crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n\n Rich Boy sellin' crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch)\n"},{"id":19777579,"name":"Throw Some D’s (remix)","trackName":"Throw Some D’s (remix)","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Rich Boy","duration":388.988158,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to think about immature things\nY'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\n\nWait a minute motherfuckers!\n\nAin't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\nSee mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\nBut if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\nHa ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\nYeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\nSo so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\nThan I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\nLog out!\n\n... fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\nLet's get it\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\nAlabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\nTwo-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nNow I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\nI'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club we throw some\nG's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\nWe all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\nChop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\nThe car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\nNo top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nAnd we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\nWe don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\nWe got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nLunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\nSixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip? How could I fall?\nWhen yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\nAnd that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\nI'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\nMy paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\nOutside is totally kitted\nTo be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\nThat El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill (I done spent it)\nThat house on the hill (I live it mayne)\nAnd that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\nWalk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\nShawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n(Let's go!!!!)\n\nIt's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\nI threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\nThey see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nI hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHo don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later\nMight see the gator, in my Escalator\nMama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\nSo I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\nCandy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate ridin through the A-T-L\nKeep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\nNah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\nPut Cali on the map, westside on my back\nHometown on my face, forty five on my lap\nTwenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nPull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D’s (remix)\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: Rich Boy\n duration_ms: 388988\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I used to think about immature things\n Y'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\n\n Wait a minute motherfuckers!\n\n Ain't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\n See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\n But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\n Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\n So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n 'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\n Than I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\n Log out!\n\n ... fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\n Let's get it\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\n Alabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\n Two-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Now I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\n I'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club we throw some\n G's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\n We all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\n Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\n The car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\n No top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\n We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\n We got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Lunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\n Sixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\n How could I slip? How could I fall?\n When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\n And that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\n I'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\n My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\n Outside is totally kitted\n To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\n That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\n That El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill (I done spent it)\n That house on the hill (I live it mayne)\n And that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\n Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\n Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n (Let's go!!!!)\n\n It's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\n I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\n They see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Ho don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later\n Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n Mama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\n So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\n Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate ridin through the A-T-L\n Keep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\n Nah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n Hometown on my face, forty five on my lap\n Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Pull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...\n"},{"id":12102465,"name":"Throw Some D's Remix","trackName":"Throw Some D's Remix","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Rich Boy","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to think about immature things\nY'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\n\nWait a minute motherfuckers!\n\nAin't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\nSee mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\nBut if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\nHa ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\nYeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\nSo so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\nThan I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\nLog out!\n\n... fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\nLet's get it\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\nAlabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\nTwo-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nNow I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\nI'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club we throw some\nG's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\nWe all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\nChop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\nThe car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\nNo top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nAnd we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\nWe don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\nWe got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nLunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\nSixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip? How could I fall?\nWhen yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\nAnd that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\nI'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\nMy paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\nOutside is totally kitted\nTo be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\nThat El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill (I done spent it)\nThat house on the hill (I live it mayne)\nAnd that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\nWalk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\nShawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n(Let's go!!!!)\n\nIt's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\nI threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\nThey see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nI hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHo don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later\nMight see the gator, in my Escalator\nMama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\nSo I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\nCandy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate ridin through the A-T-L\nKeep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\nNah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\nPut Cali on the map, westside on my back\nHometown on my face, forty five on my lap\nTwenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nPull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.83] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.88] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.55] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.14] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.70] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.59] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.32] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.38] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.55] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.02] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.81] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.82] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.19] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.87] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.45] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.44] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.05] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:05.00] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.98] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.86] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.94] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.88] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.92] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.95] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.46] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.01] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.53] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.98] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.54] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.62] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.94] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.78] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.25] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.43] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.73] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.88] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.75] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.55] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.87] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.22] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.21] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.31] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.24] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.66] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.42] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.82] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.43] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.42] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.17] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.23] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.63] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.18] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.35] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.59] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.74] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.79] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.77] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.28] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.28] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.30] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.33] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.27] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.16] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.56] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.11] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.94] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.22] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.77] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.11] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.35] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.98] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.33] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.29] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.25] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.16] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.91] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.78] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.77] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.69] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.71] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.50] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.32] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.69] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.77] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.43] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.55] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.00] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.52] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.04] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.14] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.17] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.61] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.73] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.13] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.11] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.14] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.38] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.30] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.28] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.18] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.26] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.14] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.19] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.24] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.82] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.10] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.82] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.74] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n[05:36.58] Rich Boy selling crack\n[05:37.84] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[05:39.38] Shit tight, no slack\n[05:40.54] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:43.84] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:46.79] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:51.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: Rich Boy\n duration_ms: 351000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 10920\n end_ms: 11830\n- text: I used to think about immature things\n start_ms: 11830\n end_ms: 15880\n- text: You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n start_ms: 15880\n end_ms: 20550\n- text: Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n start_ms: 20550\n end_ms: 23140\n- text: Is this really your real phone number?\"\n start_ms: 23140\n end_ms: 24700\n- text: Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n start_ms: 24700\n end_ms: 26590\n- text: Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n 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Do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\n\n Wait a minute motherfuckers!\n\n Ain't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\n See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\n But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\n Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\n So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n 'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\n Than I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\n Log out!\n\n ... fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\n Let's get it\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\n Alabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\n Two-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Now I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\n I'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club we throw some\n G's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\n We all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\n Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\n The car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\n No top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\n We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\n We got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Lunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\n Sixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\n How could I slip? How could I fall?\n When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\n And that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\n I'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\n My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\n Outside is totally kitted\n To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\n That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\n That El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill (I done spent it)\n That house on the hill (I live it mayne)\n And that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\n Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\n Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n (Let's go!!!!)\n\n It's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\n I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\n They see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Ho don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later\n Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n Mama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\n So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\n Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate ridin through the A-T-L\n Keep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\n Nah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n Hometown on my face, forty five on my lap\n Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Pull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! 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(You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.89] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.86] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.52] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.13] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.75] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.50] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.31] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.34] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.50] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.04] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.83] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.87] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.11] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.83] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.42] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.43] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.04] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:04.88] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.90] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.88] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.95] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.84] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.99] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.41] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.09] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.02] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.58] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.15] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.69] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.95] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.74] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.29] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.49] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.75] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.84] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.71] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.53] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.76] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.26] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.25] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.30] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.27] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.60] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.49] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.86] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.49] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.48] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.13] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.27] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.66] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.14] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.36] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.51] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.76] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.78] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.76] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.25] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.23] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.34] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.30] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.28] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.14] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.59] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.13] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.98] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.21] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.76] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.15] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.36] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.92] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.35] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.23] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.22] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.14] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.90] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.70] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.71] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.62] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.73] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.59] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.38] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.67] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.65] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.40] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.54] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.06] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.59] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.08] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.57] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.14] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.60] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.70] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.10] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.16] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.19] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.37] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.39] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.25] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.10] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.21] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.19] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.11] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.22] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.90] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.03] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.80] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.72] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking 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blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\n Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n 'Cause we balling\n\n We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\n How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it\n See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\n That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\n Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate, riding through the ATL\n Keep my tires bald, I never leave a 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used to think about immature things\nYou know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\"\nWait a minute, motherfuckers\n\nAin't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\nSee, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\nBut if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\nSleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\nYeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\nSo-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n\nGo and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\nThan I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\nShit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n(Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\nShout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\nAlabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\nTwo-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\nNow I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\nI'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n'Cause we balling\n\nWe all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\nChop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\nThe car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\nNo top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\nAnd we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\nWe don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\nWe got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nYo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\nTh-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\nWhen your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\nAnd that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\nI'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it\nSee these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\nInside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\nTo be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\nThat El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\nAnd that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.83] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.88] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.55] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.14] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.70] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.59] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.32] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.38] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.55] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.02] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.81] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.82] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.19] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.87] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.45] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.44] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.05] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:05.00] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.98] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.86] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.94] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.88] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.92] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.95] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.46] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.01] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.53] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.98] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.54] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.62] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.94] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.78] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.25] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.43] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.73] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.88] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.75] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.55] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.87] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.22] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.21] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.31] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.24] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.66] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.42] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.82] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.43] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.42] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.17] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.23] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.63] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.18] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.35] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.59] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.74] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.79] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.77] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.28] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.28] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.30] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.33] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.27] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.16] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.56] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.11] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.94] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.22] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.77] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.11] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.35] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.98] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.33] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.29] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.25] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.16] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.91] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.78] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.77] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.69] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.71] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.50] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.32] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.69] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.77] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.43] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.55] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.00] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.52] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.04] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.14] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.17] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.61] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.73] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.13] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.11] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.14] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.38] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.30] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.28] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.18] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.26] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.14] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.19] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.24] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.82] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.10] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.82] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.74] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking 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for those who's outside)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\n Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n 'Cause we balling\n\n We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\n How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it\n See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\n That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\n Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate, riding through the ATL\n Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\n Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n"},{"id":16440475,"name":"Throw Some D's Remix","trackName":"Throw Some D's Remix","artistName":"Rich Boy, André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee, The Game","albumName":"Rich Boy","duration":351.137959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to think about immature things\nY'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\n\nWait a minute motherfuckers!\n\nAin't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\nSee mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\nBut if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\nHa ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\nYeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\nSo so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\nThan I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\nLog out!\n\n... fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\nLet's get it\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\nAlabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\nTwo-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nNow I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\nI'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club we throw some\nG's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\nWe all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\nChop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\nThe car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\nNo top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nAnd we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\nWe don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\nWe got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nLunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\nSixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip? How could I fall?\nWhen yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\nAnd that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\nI'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\nMy paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\nOutside is totally kitted\nTo be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\nThat El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill (I done spent it)\nThat house on the hill (I live it mayne)\nAnd that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\nWalk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\nShawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n(Let's go!!!!)\n\nIt's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\nI threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\nThey see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nI hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHo don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later\nMight see the gator, in my Escalator\nMama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\nSo I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\nCandy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate ridin through the A-T-L\nKeep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\nNah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\nPut Cali on the map, westside on my back\nHometown on my face, forty five on my lap\nTwenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nPull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix\n artist: Rich Boy, André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee, The Game\n album: Rich Boy\n duration_ms: 351138\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I used to think about immature things\n Y'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\n\n Wait a minute motherfuckers!\n\n Ain't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\n See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\n But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\n Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\n So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n 'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\n Than I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\n Log out!\n\n ... fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\n Let's get it\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\n Alabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\n Two-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Now I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\n I'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club we throw some\n G's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\n We all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\n Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\n The car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\n No top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\n We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\n We got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Lunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\n Sixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\n How could I slip? How could I fall?\n When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\n And that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\n I'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\n My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\n Outside is totally kitted\n To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\n That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\n That El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill (I done spent it)\n That house on the hill (I live it mayne)\n And that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\n Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\n Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n (Let's go!!!!)\n\n It's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\n I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\n They see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Ho don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later\n Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n Mama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\n So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\n Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate ridin through the A-T-L\n Keep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\n Nah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n Hometown on my face, forty five on my lap\n Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Pull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...\n"},{"id":27589284,"name":"Throw Some D’s (remix)","trackName":"Throw Some D’s (remix)","artistName":"Rich Boy feat. Andre 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee & The Game","albumName":"Rich Boy","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nI used to think about immature things\nYou know, like, do you love me, do you want me?\nAre you gonna call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\n\nWait a minute\nAin't a hood - but a brother from the hood\nSee, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\nBut if you wanna try it, sucker, now then we can do it\nHaha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n\nYeah, yeah, ya partner got away\nBut now he is vegetable-like\nSo-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die any second, how much long it's gon' take?\nGon' get it over with, oh what if you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they're comin' from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say get down on ya knees, we say: \"What the fuck you want?\"\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\nThen I wanna give 'em but if I keep talking they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Root-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fires on them computers\nLog out!\n\nAll them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nUp tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nLet's get it\nShoutouts to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\nAlabama Bricks Boy tryin' to get them big toys (hustlin')\nTwo-twelve motorin' tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch\"\nNow I'm getting fly couple G's on the fit\nI'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on the -\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the -\nWe at the strip club, we throw some G's on that - 'cause we're ballin'\n\nWe all OutKasts, hot cars, we're coppin' cash\nChop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my -\nThe car wash my whips, glowin' no tints we fish bowlin'\nNo top with the piff blowin'\n(Throw some D's on that -)\nAnd we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\nWe don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby, just to beat the charge\nWe got a fetish coppin' speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nLunatics sittin' fat (St. Louis on the map)\nSixty-nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip? How could I fall?\nWhen yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\nAnd that ain't all, she's done gave me them drawers\n\nI'm Murphy Lee, please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money, I was (sent to the North)\nBut now I'm rich, and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\nMy paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\nOutside is totally kitted\nTo be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\nThat El Dorado (got switches) Tamika and them (I'm done hit it)\nThat twenty mill (I'm done spent it)\nThat house on the hill (I live it, mayne)\nAnd that diamond herringbone, you know them - did it\n\nWalk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\nShawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten, what?\nThrow-throw some ones on 'em Mo\nI brought about ten, what?\nThrow-throw some ones on 'em Mo\nI brought about ten, what?\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Let's go!)\n\nIt's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\nI threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\nThey see the wheels on my De Ville, so they holla\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nI hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\nDon't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n\nSo - you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMight see the gator, in my Escalator\nMama told me put some D's on it, son, you ridin' wrong\nSo I took them 20s off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some D's on that - (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26's ridin' high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, ridin' through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, westside on my back\nHometown on my face, - on my lap\nTwenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley - and I'ma (throw some D's on that -)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that -)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block 15's, vibratin' the whole fuckin' house\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D’s (remix)\n artist: Rich Boy feat. Andre 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee & The Game\n album: Rich Boy\n duration_ms: 351000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n I used to think about immature things\n You know, like, do you love me, do you want me?\n Are you gonna call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\n\n Wait a minute\n Ain't a hood - but a brother from the hood\n See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n But if you wanna try it, sucker, now then we can do it\n Haha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n\n Yeah, yeah, ya partner got away\n But now he is vegetable-like\n So-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die any second, how much long it's gon' take?\n Gon' get it over with, oh what if you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they're comin' from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say get down on ya knees, we say: \"What the fuck you want?\"\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\n Then I wanna give 'em but if I keep talking they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Root-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fires on them computers\n Log out!\n\n All them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Up tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Let's get it\n Shoutouts to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\n Alabama Bricks Boy tryin' to get them big toys (hustlin')\n Two-twelve motorin' tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch\"\n Now I'm getting fly couple G's on the fit\n I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on the -\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the -\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that - 'cause we're ballin'\n\n We all OutKasts, hot cars, we're coppin' cash\n Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my -\n The car wash my whips, glowin' no tints we fish bowlin'\n No top with the piff blowin'\n (Throw some D's on that -)\n And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\n We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby, just to beat the charge\n We got a fetish coppin' speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Lunatics sittin' fat (St. Louis on the map)\n Sixty-nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\n How could I slip? How could I fall?\n When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\n And that ain't all, she's done gave me them drawers\n\n I'm Murphy Lee, please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money, I was (sent to the North)\n But now I'm rich, and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\n Outside is totally kitted\n To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\n That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches) Tamika and them (I'm done hit it)\n That twenty mill (I'm done spent it)\n That house on the hill (I live it, mayne)\n And that diamond herringbone, you know them - did it\n\n Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\n Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten, what?\n Throw-throw some ones on 'em Mo\n I brought about ten, what?\n Throw-throw some ones on 'em Mo\n I brought about ten, what?\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Let's go!)\n\n It's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\n I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\n They see the wheels on my De Ville, so they holla\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n\n So - you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n Mama told me put some D's on it, son, you ridin' wrong\n So I took them 20s off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some D's on that - (yo, we ride)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin' high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate, ridin' through the ATL\n Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\n Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n Hometown on my face, - on my lap\n Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley - and I'ma (throw some D's on that -)\n Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that -)\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block 15's, vibratin' the whole fuckin' house\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n"},{"id":34885229,"name":"Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)","trackName":"Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Rich Boy","duration":353.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nI used to think about immature things\nYou know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\"\nWait a minute, motherfuckers\n\nAin't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\nSee, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\nBut if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\nSleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\nYeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\nSo-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n\nGo and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\nThan I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\nShit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n(Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\nShout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\nAlabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\nTwo-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\nNow I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\nI'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n'Cause we balling\n\nWe all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\nChop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\nThe car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\nNo top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\nAnd we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\nWe don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\nWe got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nYo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\nTh-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\nWhen your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\nAnd that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\nI'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it\nSee these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\nInside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\nTo be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\nThat El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\nAnd that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: Rich Boy\n duration_ms: 353000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n I used to think about immature things\n You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\"\n Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n\n Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n\n Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\n Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n 'Cause we balling\n\n We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\n How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it\n See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\n That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\n Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate, riding through the ATL\n Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\n Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n"},{"id":34885250,"name":"Throw Some D's Remix (feat. 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(You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.89] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.86] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.52] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.13] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.75] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.50] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.31] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.34] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.50] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.04] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.83] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.87] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.11] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.83] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.42] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.43] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.04] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:04.88] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.90] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.88] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.95] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.84] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.99] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.41] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.09] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.02] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.58] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.15] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.69] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.95] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.74] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.29] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.49] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.75] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.84] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.71] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.53] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.76] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.26] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.25] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.30] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.27] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.60] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.49] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.86] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.49] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.48] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.13] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.27] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.66] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.14] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.36] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.51] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.76] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.78] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.76] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.25] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.23] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.34] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.30] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.28] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.14] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.59] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.13] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.98] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.21] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.76] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.15] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.36] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.92] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.35] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.23] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.22] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.14] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.90] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.70] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.71] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.62] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.73] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.59] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.38] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.67] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.65] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.40] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.54] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.06] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.59] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.08] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.57] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.14] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.60] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.70] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.10] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.16] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.19] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.37] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.39] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.25] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.10] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.21] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.19] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.11] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.22] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.90] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.03] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.80] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.72] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n[05:36.55] Rich Boy selling crack\n[05:37.82] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[05:39.36] Shit tight, no slack\n[05:40.50] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:43.89] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:46.75] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:48.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix (feat. 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146490\n end_ms: 148860\n- text: We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n start_ms: 148860\n end_ms: 152490\n- text: We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n start_ms: 152490\n end_ms: 155480\n- text: They never thought that we'd get large\n start_ms: 155480\n end_ms: 157130\n- text: Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n start_ms: 157130\n end_ms: 160020\n- text: 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 160020\n end_ms: 163270\n- text: Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 163270\n end_ms: 165660\n- text: Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 165660\n end_ms: 169140\n- text: How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n start_ms: 169140\n end_ms: 171360\n- text: When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n start_ms: 171360\n end_ms: 174510\n- text: And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n 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(You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.89] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.86] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.52] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.13] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.75] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.50] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.31] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.34] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.50] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.04] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.83] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.87] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.11] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.83] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.42] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.43] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.04] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:04.88] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.90] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.88] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.95] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.84] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.99] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.41] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.09] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.02] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.58] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.15] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.69] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.95] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.74] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.29] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.49] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.75] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.84] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.71] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.53] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.76] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.26] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.25] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.30] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.27] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.60] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.49] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.86] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.49] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.48] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.13] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.27] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.66] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.14] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.36] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.51] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.76] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.78] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.76] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.25] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.23] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.34] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.30] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.28] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.14] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.59] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.13] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.98] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.21] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.76] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.15] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.36] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.92] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.35] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.23] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.22] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.14] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.90] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.70] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.71] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.62] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.73] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.59] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.38] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.67] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.65] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.40] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.54] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.06] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.59] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.08] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.57] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.14] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.60] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.70] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.10] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.16] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.19] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.37] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.39] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.25] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.10] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.21] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.19] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.11] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.22] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.90] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.03] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.80] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.72] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n[05:36.55] Rich Boy selling crack\n[05:37.82] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[05:39.36] Shit tight, no slack\n[05:40.50] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:43.89] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:46.75] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:48.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix (feat. 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(You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.89] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.86] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.52] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.13] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.75] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.50] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.31] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.34] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.50] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.04] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.83] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.87] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.11] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.83] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.42] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.43] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.04] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:04.88] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.90] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.88] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.95] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.84] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.99] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.41] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.09] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.02] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.58] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.15] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.69] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.95] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.74] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.29] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.49] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.75] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.84] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.71] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.53] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.76] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.26] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.25] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.30] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.27] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.60] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.49] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.86] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.49] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.48] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.13] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.27] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.66] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.14] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.36] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.51] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.76] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.78] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.76] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.25] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.23] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.34] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.30] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.28] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.14] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.59] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.13] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.98] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.21] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.76] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.15] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.36] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.92] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.35] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.23] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.22] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.14] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.90] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.70] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.71] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.62] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.73] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.59] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.38] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.67] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.65] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.40] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.54] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.06] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.59] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.08] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.57] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.14] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.60] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.70] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.10] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.16] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.19] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.37] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.39] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.25] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.10] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.21] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.19] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.11] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.22] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.90] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.03] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.80] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.72] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n[05:36.55] Rich Boy selling crack\n[05:37.82] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[05:39.36] Shit tight, no slack\n[05:40.50] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:43.89] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:46.75] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:48.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: Rich Boy\n duration_ms: 351000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 10920\n end_ms: 11890\n- text: I used to think about immature things\n start_ms: 11890\n end_ms: 15860\n- text: You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n start_ms: 15860\n end_ms: 20520\n- text: Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n start_ms: 20520\n end_ms: 23130\n- text: Is this really your real phone number?\"\n start_ms: 23130\n end_ms: 24750\n- text: Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n start_ms: 24750\n end_ms: 26500\n- text: Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n start_ms: 26500\n end_ms: 29310\n- text: See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n start_ms: 29310\n end_ms: 32340\n- text: But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n start_ms: 32340\n end_ms: 35500\n- text: Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n start_ms: 35500\n end_ms: 38040\n- text: Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n start_ms: 38040\n end_ms: 40830\n- text: Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n start_ms: 40830\n end_ms: 43870\n- text: So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n start_ms: 43870\n end_ms: 47110\n- text: He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n start_ms: 47110\n end_ms: 49830\n- text: Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n start_ms: 49830\n end_ms: 53420\n- text: You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n start_ms: 53420\n end_ms: 56430\n- text: Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n start_ms: 56430\n end_ms: 59010\n- text: And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n start_ms: 59010\n end_ms: 62040\n- text: But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n start_ms: 62040\n end_ms: 64880\n- text: So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n start_ms: 64880\n end_ms: 67900\n- text: But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n start_ms: 67900\n end_ms: 70880\n- text: They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n start_ms: 70880\n end_ms: 73880\n- text: They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n start_ms: 73880\n end_ms: 76950\n- text: Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n start_ms: 76950\n end_ms: 79840\n- text: That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n start_ms: 79840\n end_ms: 82990\n- text: Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n start_ms: 82990\n end_ms: 86940\n- text: Fuck niggas wanna jack\n start_ms: 86940\n end_ms: 88410\n- text: Shit tight, no slack\n start_ms: 88410\n end_ms: 90090\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 90090\n end_ms: 93050\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 93050\n end_ms: 96020\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n start_ms: 96020\n end_ms: 97520\n- text: Rich Boy selling crack\n start_ms: 97520\n end_ms: 98940\n- text: Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n start_ms: 98940\n end_ms: 100580\n- text: Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n start_ms: 100580\n end_ms: 102150\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 102150\n end_ms: 104690\n- text: (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 104690\n end_ms: 105950\n- text: (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n start_ms: 105950\n end_ms: 107740\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n start_ms: 107740\n end_ms: 110290\n- text: Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n start_ms: 110290\n end_ms: 113490\n- text: Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n start_ms: 113490\n end_ms: 116750\n- text: Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n start_ms: 116750\n end_ms: 120840\n- text: Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n start_ms: 120840\n end_ms: 123710\n- text: I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n start_ms: 123710\n end_ms: 126530\n- text: I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n start_ms: 126530\n end_ms: 129760\n- text: We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n start_ms: 129760\n end_ms: 132260\n- text: '''Cause we balling'\n start_ms: 132260\n end_ms: 134250\n- text: We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n start_ms: 134250\n end_ms: 137300\n- text: Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n start_ms: 137300\n end_ms: 140270\n- text: The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n start_ms: 140270\n end_ms: 143600\n- text: No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 143600\n end_ms: 146490\n- text: And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n start_ms: 146490\n end_ms: 148860\n- text: We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n start_ms: 148860\n end_ms: 152490\n- text: We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n start_ms: 152490\n end_ms: 155480\n- text: They never thought that we'd get large\n start_ms: 155480\n end_ms: 157130\n- text: Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n start_ms: 157130\n end_ms: 160020\n- text: 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 160020\n end_ms: 163270\n- text: Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 163270\n end_ms: 165660\n- text: Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 165660\n end_ms: 169140\n- text: How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n start_ms: 169140\n end_ms: 171360\n- text: When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n start_ms: 171360\n end_ms: 174510\n- text: And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n start_ms: 174510\n end_ms: 176760\n- text: I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n start_ms: 176760\n end_ms: 179780\n- text: Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n start_ms: 179780\n end_ms: 182760\n- text: But now I'm rich and she can get it\n start_ms: 182760\n end_ms: 184250\n- text: See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n start_ms: 184250\n end_ms: 187230\n- text: Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n start_ms: 187230\n end_ms: 190340\n- text: To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n start_ms: 190340\n end_ms: 193300\n- text: That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n start_ms: 193300\n end_ms: 196280\n- text: That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n start_ms: 196280\n end_ms: 199140\n- text: That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n start_ms: 199140\n end_ms: 202590\n- text: And that diamond 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(You know them niggas did it)\n start_ms: 202590\n end_ms: 205130\n- text: Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n start_ms: 205130\n end_ms: 207980\n- text: Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n start_ms: 207980\n end_ms: 210210\n- text: Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n start_ms: 210210\n end_ms: 213760\n- text: Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n start_ms: 213760\n end_ms: 217150\n- text: Rich Boy selling crack\n start_ms: 217150\n end_ms: 218360\n- text: Fuck niggas wanna jack\n start_ms: 218360\n end_ms: 219920\n- text: Shit tight, no slack\n start_ms: 219920\n end_ms: 221350\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 221350\n end_ms: 224230\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 224230\n end_ms: 227220\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n start_ms: 227220\n end_ms: 229140\n- text: Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n start_ms: 229140\n end_ms: 232900\n- text: I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n start_ms: 232900\n end_ms: 235700\n- text: I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n start_ms: 235700\n end_ms: 238710\n- text: They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n start_ms: 238710\n end_ms: 241620\n- text: Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n start_ms: 241620\n end_ms: 244730\n- text: Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n start_ms: 244730\n end_ms: 247590\n- text: Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n start_ms: 247590\n end_ms: 250380\n- text: Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n start_ms: 250380\n end_ms: 253670\n- text: So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n start_ms: 253670\n end_ms: 256650\n- text: My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n start_ms: 256650\n end_ms: 259400\n- text: Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, 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bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 343890\n end_ms: 346750\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 346750\n end_ms: 348880\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 348880\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n I used to think about immature things\n You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\"\n Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n\n Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n\n Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\n Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n 'Cause we balling\n\n We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\n How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it\n See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\n That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\n Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate, riding through the ATL\n Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\n Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n"},{"id":34885230,"name":"Throw Some D's Remix (feat. 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(You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.89] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.86] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.52] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.13] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.75] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.50] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.31] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.34] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.50] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.04] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.83] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.87] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.11] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.83] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.42] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.43] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.04] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:04.88] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.90] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.88] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.95] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.84] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.99] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.41] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.09] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.02] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.58] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.15] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.69] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.95] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.74] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.29] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.49] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.75] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.84] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.71] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.53] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.76] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.26] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.25] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.30] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.27] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.60] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.49] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.86] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.49] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.48] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.13] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.27] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.66] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.14] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.36] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.51] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.76] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.78] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.76] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.25] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.23] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.34] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.30] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.28] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.14] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.59] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.13] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.98] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.21] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.76] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.15] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.36] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.92] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.35] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.23] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.22] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.14] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.90] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.70] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.71] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.62] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.73] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.59] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.38] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.67] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.65] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.40] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.54] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.06] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.59] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.08] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.57] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.14] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.60] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.70] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.10] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.16] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.19] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.37] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.39] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.25] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.10] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.21] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.19] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.11] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.22] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.90] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.03] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.80] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.72] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n[05:36.55] Rich Boy selling crack\n[05:37.82] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[05:39.36] Shit tight, no slack\n[05:40.50] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:43.89] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:46.75] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:48.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix (feat. 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(right)\n start_ms: 116750\n end_ms: 120840\n- text: Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n start_ms: 120840\n end_ms: 123710\n- text: I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n start_ms: 123710\n end_ms: 126530\n- text: I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n start_ms: 126530\n end_ms: 129760\n- text: We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n start_ms: 129760\n end_ms: 132260\n- text: '''Cause we balling'\n start_ms: 132260\n end_ms: 134250\n- text: We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n start_ms: 134250\n end_ms: 137300\n- text: Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n start_ms: 137300\n end_ms: 140270\n- text: The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n start_ms: 140270\n end_ms: 143600\n- text: No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 143600\n end_ms: 146490\n- text: And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n start_ms: 146490\n end_ms: 148860\n- text: We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n start_ms: 148860\n end_ms: 152490\n- text: We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n start_ms: 152490\n end_ms: 155480\n- text: They never thought that we'd get large\n start_ms: 155480\n end_ms: 157130\n- text: Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n start_ms: 157130\n end_ms: 160020\n- text: 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 160020\n end_ms: 163270\n- text: Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 163270\n end_ms: 165660\n- text: Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 165660\n end_ms: 169140\n- text: How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n start_ms: 169140\n end_ms: 171360\n- text: When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n start_ms: 171360\n end_ms: 174510\n- text: And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n 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herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n start_ms: 202590\n end_ms: 205130\n- text: Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n start_ms: 205130\n end_ms: 207980\n- text: Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n start_ms: 207980\n end_ms: 210210\n- text: Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n start_ms: 210210\n end_ms: 213760\n- text: Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n start_ms: 213760\n end_ms: 217150\n- text: Rich Boy selling crack\n start_ms: 217150\n end_ms: 218360\n- text: Fuck niggas wanna jack\n start_ms: 218360\n end_ms: 219920\n- text: Shit tight, no slack\n start_ms: 219920\n end_ms: 221350\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 221350\n end_ms: 224230\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 224230\n end_ms: 227220\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n start_ms: 227220\n end_ms: 229140\n- text: Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n start_ms: 229140\n end_ms: 232900\n- text: I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n start_ms: 232900\n end_ms: 235700\n- text: I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n start_ms: 235700\n end_ms: 238710\n- text: They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n start_ms: 238710\n end_ms: 241620\n- text: Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n start_ms: 241620\n end_ms: 244730\n- text: Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n start_ms: 244730\n end_ms: 247590\n- text: Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n start_ms: 247590\n end_ms: 250380\n- text: Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n start_ms: 250380\n end_ms: 253670\n- text: So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n start_ms: 253670\n end_ms: 256650\n- text: My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n start_ms: 256650\n end_ms: 259400\n- text: Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, 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blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\n Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n 'Cause we balling\n\n We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\n How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it\n See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\n That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\n Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate, riding through the ATL\n Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\n Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n"},{"id":34885237,"name":"Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)","trackName":"Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Rich Boy","duration":349.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nI used to think about immature things\nYou know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\"\nWait a minute, motherfuckers\n\nAin't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\nSee, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\nBut if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\nSleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\nYeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\nSo-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n\nGo and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\nThan I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\nShit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n(Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\nShout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\nAlabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\nTwo-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\nNow I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\nI'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n'Cause we balling\n\nWe all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\nChop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\nThe car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\nNo top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\nAnd we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\nWe don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\nWe got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nYo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\nTh-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\nWhen your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\nAnd that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\nI'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it\nSee these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\nInside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\nTo be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\nThat El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\nAnd that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: Rich Boy\n duration_ms: 349000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n I used to think about immature things\n You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\"\n Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n\n Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n\n Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\n Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n 'Cause we balling\n\n We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\n How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it\n See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\n That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\n Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate, riding through the ATL\n Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\n Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n"},{"id":34885227,"name":"Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)","trackName":"Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Rich Boy","duration":356.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nI used to think about immature things\nYou know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\"\nWait a minute, motherfuckers\n\nAin't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\nSee, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\nBut if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\nSleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\nYeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\nSo-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n\nGo and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\nThan I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\nShit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n(Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n(Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\nShout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\nAlabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\nTwo-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\nNow I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\nI'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n'Cause we balling\n\nWe all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\nChop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\nThe car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\nNo top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\nAnd we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\nWe don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\nWe got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nYo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\nTh-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\nWhen your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\nAnd that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\nI'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it\nSee these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\nInside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\nTo be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\nThat El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\nAnd that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.89] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.86] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.52] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.13] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.75] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.50] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.31] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.34] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.50] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.04] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.83] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.87] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.11] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.83] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.42] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.43] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.04] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:04.88] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.90] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.88] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.95] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.84] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.99] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.41] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.09] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.02] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.58] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.15] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.69] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.95] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.74] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.29] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.49] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.75] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.84] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.71] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.53] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.76] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.26] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.25] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.30] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.27] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.60] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.49] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.86] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.49] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.48] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.13] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.27] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.66] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.14] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.36] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.51] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.76] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.78] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.76] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.25] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.23] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.34] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.30] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.28] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.14] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.59] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.13] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.98] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.21] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.76] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.15] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.36] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.92] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.35] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.23] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.22] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.14] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.90] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.70] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.71] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.62] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.73] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.59] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.38] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.67] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.65] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.40] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.54] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.06] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.59] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.08] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.57] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.14] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.60] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.70] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.10] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.16] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.19] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.37] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.39] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.25] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.10] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.21] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.19] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.11] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.22] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.90] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.03] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.80] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.72] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n[05:36.55] Rich Boy selling crack\n[05:37.82] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[05:39.36] Shit tight, no slack\n[05:40.50] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:43.89] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:46.75] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:48.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix (feat. André 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly & Murphy Lee)\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: Rich Boy\n duration_ms: 356000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 10920\n end_ms: 11890\n- text: I used to think about immature things\n start_ms: 11890\n end_ms: 15860\n- text: You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n start_ms: 15860\n end_ms: 20520\n- text: Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n start_ms: 20520\n end_ms: 23130\n- text: Is this really your real phone number?\"\n start_ms: 23130\n end_ms: 24750\n- text: Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n start_ms: 24750\n end_ms: 26500\n- text: Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n start_ms: 26500\n end_ms: 29310\n- text: See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n start_ms: 29310\n end_ms: 32340\n- text: But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n start_ms: 32340\n end_ms: 35500\n- text: Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n start_ms: 35500\n end_ms: 38040\n- text: Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n start_ms: 38040\n end_ms: 40830\n- text: Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n start_ms: 40830\n end_ms: 43870\n- text: So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n start_ms: 43870\n end_ms: 47110\n- text: He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n start_ms: 47110\n end_ms: 49830\n- text: Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n start_ms: 49830\n end_ms: 53420\n- text: You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n start_ms: 53420\n end_ms: 56430\n- text: Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n start_ms: 56430\n end_ms: 59010\n- text: And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n start_ms: 59010\n end_ms: 62040\n- text: But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n start_ms: 62040\n end_ms: 64880\n- text: So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n start_ms: 64880\n end_ms: 67900\n- text: But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n start_ms: 67900\n end_ms: 70880\n- text: They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n start_ms: 70880\n end_ms: 73880\n- text: They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n start_ms: 73880\n end_ms: 76950\n- text: Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n start_ms: 76950\n end_ms: 79840\n- text: That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n start_ms: 79840\n end_ms: 82990\n- text: Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n start_ms: 82990\n end_ms: 86940\n- text: Fuck niggas wanna jack\n start_ms: 86940\n end_ms: 88410\n- text: Shit tight, no slack\n start_ms: 88410\n end_ms: 90090\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 90090\n end_ms: 93050\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 93050\n end_ms: 96020\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac 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(right)\n start_ms: 116750\n end_ms: 120840\n- text: Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n start_ms: 120840\n end_ms: 123710\n- text: I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n start_ms: 123710\n end_ms: 126530\n- text: I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n start_ms: 126530\n end_ms: 129760\n- text: We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n start_ms: 129760\n end_ms: 132260\n- text: '''Cause we balling'\n start_ms: 132260\n end_ms: 134250\n- text: We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n start_ms: 134250\n end_ms: 137300\n- text: Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n start_ms: 137300\n end_ms: 140270\n- text: The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n start_ms: 140270\n end_ms: 143600\n- text: No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 143600\n end_ms: 146490\n- text: And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n start_ms: 146490\n end_ms: 148860\n- text: We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n start_ms: 148860\n end_ms: 152490\n- text: We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n start_ms: 152490\n end_ms: 155480\n- text: They never thought that we'd get large\n start_ms: 155480\n end_ms: 157130\n- text: Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n start_ms: 157130\n end_ms: 160020\n- text: 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 160020\n end_ms: 163270\n- text: Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 163270\n end_ms: 165660\n- text: Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 165660\n end_ms: 169140\n- text: How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n start_ms: 169140\n end_ms: 171360\n- text: When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n start_ms: 171360\n end_ms: 174510\n- text: And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n 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bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 343890\n end_ms: 346750\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 346750\n end_ms: 348880\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 348880\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n I used to think about immature things\n You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\"\n Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n\n Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n\n Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\n Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n 'Cause we balling\n\n We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\n How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it\n See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\n That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n And that diamond herringbone? 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(You know them niggas did it)\nWalk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\nShawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\nThrow–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\nAyy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\nI threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\nThey see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nTryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.89] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.86] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.52] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.13] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.75] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.50] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.31] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.34] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.50] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.04] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.83] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.87] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.11] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.83] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.42] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.43] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.04] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:04.88] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.90] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.88] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.95] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.84] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.99] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.41] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.09] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.02] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.58] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.15] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.69] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.95] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.74] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.29] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.49] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.75] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.84] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.71] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.53] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.76] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.26] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.25] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.30] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.27] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.60] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.49] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.86] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.49] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.48] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.13] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.27] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.66] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.14] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.36] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.51] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.76] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.78] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.76] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.25] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.23] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.34] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.30] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.28] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.14] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.59] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.13] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.98] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.21] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.76] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.15] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.36] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.92] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.35] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.23] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.22] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.14] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.90] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.70] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.71] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.62] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.73] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.59] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.38] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.67] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.65] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.40] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.54] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.06] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.59] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.08] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.57] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.14] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.60] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.70] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.10] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.16] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.19] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.37] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.39] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.25] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.10] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.21] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.19] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.11] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.22] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.90] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.03] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.80] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.72] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n[05:36.55] Rich Boy selling crack\n[05:37.82] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[05:39.36] Shit tight, no slack\n[05:40.50] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:43.89] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:46.75] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:48.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix (feat. 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(bye-bye)\nMy seats be gator, in my Escalade\nMama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\nSo I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, riding through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, west side on my back\nHometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\nPull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\nRich Boy selling crack\nFuck niggas wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.92] Yeah\n[00:11.89] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.86] You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.52] Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n[00:23.13] Is this really your real phone number?\"\n[00:24.75] Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n[00:26.50] Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n[00:29.31] See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n[00:32.34] But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n[00:35.50] Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n[00:38.04] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n[00:40.83] Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.87] So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:47.11] He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n[00:49.83] Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.42] You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:56.43] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:59.01] And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:02.04] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:04.88] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.90] But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:10.88] They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.88] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n[01:16.95] Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n[01:19.84] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.99] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n[01:26.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[01:28.41] Shit tight, no slack\n[01:30.09] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:33.05] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:36.02] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[01:37.52] Rich Boy selling crack\n[01:38.94] Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n[01:40.58] Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n[01:42.15] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[01:44.69] (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n[01:45.95] (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n[01:47.74] Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n[01:50.29] Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n[01:53.49] Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n[01:56.75] Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n[02:00.84] Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n[02:03.71] I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n[02:06.53] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n[02:09.76] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n[02:12.26] 'Cause we balling\n[02:14.25] We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n[02:17.30] Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n[02:20.27] The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n[02:23.60] No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[02:26.49] And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n[02:28.86] We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n[02:32.49] We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.48] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:37.13] Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n[02:40.02] 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n[02:43.27] Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:45.66] Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n[02:49.14] How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n[02:51.36] When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n[02:54.51] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.76] I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.78] Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n[03:02.76] But now I'm rich and she can get it\n[03:04.25] See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n[03:07.23] Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.34] To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n[03:13.30] That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n[03:16.28] That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.14] That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n[03:22.59] And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n[03:25.13] Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n[03:27.98] Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:30.21] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:33.76] Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n[03:37.15] Rich Boy selling crack\n[03:38.36] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[03:39.92] Shit tight, no slack\n[03:41.35] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:44.23] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[03:47.22] Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n[03:49.14] Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n[03:52.90] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n[03:55.70] I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n[03:58.71] They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n[04:01.62] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.73] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.59] Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:10.38] Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n[04:13.67] So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:16.65] My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n[04:19.40] Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n[04:22.34] So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.54] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:26.06] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:27.59] Shit tight, no slack\n[04:29.08] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:32.10] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[04:35.19] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n[04:36.57] Rich Boy selling crack\n[04:38.14] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[04:39.60] Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n[04:40.70] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n[04:44.03] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n[04:47.10] Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n[04:49.16] All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n[04:52.19] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:55.37] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:58.39] Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n[05:01.25] California license plate, riding through the ATL\n[05:04.10] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:07.21] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:10.19] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:13.11] Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n[05:16.22] Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n[05:18.90] 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:22.03] Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:25.75] Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:28.80] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.62] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.72] Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n[05:36.55] Rich Boy selling crack\n[05:37.82] Fuck niggas wanna jack\n[05:39.36] Shit tight, no slack\n[05:40.50] Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:43.89] Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n[05:46.75] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:48.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D’s (remix) (feat. 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'em, for the rest of your life\n start_ms: 38040\n end_ms: 40830\n- text: Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n start_ms: 40830\n end_ms: 43870\n- text: So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n start_ms: 43870\n end_ms: 47110\n- text: He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n start_ms: 47110\n end_ms: 49830\n- text: Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n start_ms: 49830\n end_ms: 53420\n- text: You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n start_ms: 53420\n end_ms: 56430\n- text: Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n start_ms: 56430\n end_ms: 59010\n- text: And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n start_ms: 59010\n end_ms: 62040\n- text: But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n start_ms: 62040\n end_ms: 64880\n- text: So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n start_ms: 64880\n end_ms: 67900\n- text: But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n start_ms: 67900\n end_ms: 70880\n- text: They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n start_ms: 70880\n end_ms: 73880\n- text: They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n start_ms: 73880\n end_ms: 76950\n- text: Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n start_ms: 76950\n end_ms: 79840\n- text: That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n start_ms: 79840\n end_ms: 82990\n- text: Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n start_ms: 82990\n end_ms: 86940\n- text: Fuck niggas wanna jack\n start_ms: 86940\n end_ms: 88410\n- text: Shit tight, no slack\n start_ms: 88410\n end_ms: 90090\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 90090\n end_ms: 93050\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 93050\n end_ms: 96020\n- text: Just bought a 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start_ms: 146490\n end_ms: 148860\n- text: We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n start_ms: 148860\n end_ms: 152490\n- text: We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n start_ms: 152490\n end_ms: 155480\n- text: They never thought that we'd get large\n start_ms: 155480\n end_ms: 157130\n- text: Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n start_ms: 157130\n end_ms: 160020\n- text: 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 160020\n end_ms: 163270\n- text: Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 163270\n end_ms: 165660\n- text: Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n start_ms: 165660\n end_ms: 169140\n- text: How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n start_ms: 169140\n end_ms: 171360\n- text: When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n start_ms: 171360\n end_ms: 174510\n- text: And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n start_ms: 174510\n end_ms: 176760\n- text: I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n start_ms: 176760\n end_ms: 179780\n- text: Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n start_ms: 179780\n end_ms: 182760\n- text: But now I'm rich and she can get it\n start_ms: 182760\n end_ms: 184250\n- text: See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n start_ms: 184250\n end_ms: 187230\n- text: Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n start_ms: 187230\n end_ms: 190340\n- text: To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n start_ms: 190340\n end_ms: 193300\n- text: That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n start_ms: 193300\n end_ms: 196280\n- text: That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n start_ms: 196280\n end_ms: 199140\n- text: That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n start_ms: 199140\n end_ms: 202590\n- text: And that 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start_ms: 313110\n end_ms: 316220\n- text: Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n start_ms: 316220\n end_ms: 318900\n- text: 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n start_ms: 318900\n end_ms: 322030\n- text: Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 322030\n end_ms: 325750\n- text: Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 325750\n end_ms: 328800\n- text: Might as well cut the top\n start_ms: 328800\n end_ms: 330620\n- text: Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n start_ms: 330620\n end_ms: 333720\n- text: Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n start_ms: 333720\n end_ms: 336550\n- text: Rich Boy selling crack\n start_ms: 336550\n end_ms: 337820\n- text: Fuck niggas wanna jack\n start_ms: 337820\n end_ms: 339360\n- text: Shit tight, no slack\n start_ms: 339360\n end_ms: 340500\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 340500\n end_ms: 343890\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n start_ms: 343890\n end_ms: 346750\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 346750\n end_ms: 348880\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 348880\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n I used to think about immature things\n You know, like, \"Do you love me, do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\"\n Wait a minute, motherfuckers\n\n Ain't a hood nigga, but a nigga from the hood\n See, mama stayed on me, so I turned out pretty good\n But if you wanna try, sucker, now then, we can do it, haha\n Sleep, Tylenol p.m., if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em, for the rest of your life\n Yeah, yeah, your partner got away, but now he vegetable-like\n So-so, I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die any second, how much longer it gon' take?\n\n Go and get it over with, oh, what if you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope, but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kicking down the door, and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they coming from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say, \"Get down on your knees,\" we say, \"What the fuck you want?\"\n\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want more\n Than I wanna give 'em, but if I keep talking they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers, log out\n\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack (Jones, check the status)\n Shit tight, no slack (yeah, I'ma set this straight for those who's outside)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch)\n (Shout out to Rich Boy), just bought a Cadillac\n (Throw some D's on that bitch) (how you wanna play?)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's get it) (th-th-throw)\n\n Shout out to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich, boys\n Alabama bricks boy, trying to get them big toys (hustling)\n Two-twelve motoring, tell Harry, throw some D's on that bitch (right)\n Now I'm getting fly, couple G's on the fit (right)\n I'm at the jeweler now, throw some freeze on a bitch (ahh)\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that bitch\n 'Cause we balling\n\n We all outcasts, hot cars, we copping cash (yeah)\n Chop shop, the added stash (uh-huh), cop cars can kiss my ass (fuck 'em)\n The car wash, my whip's glowing, no tints, we fish bowling (uhh)\n No top, the piff's blowing (throw some D's on that bitch)\n And we go hard, zone-four, D-boy squad (uh-huh)\n We don't need the bars, kosher's lawyer, baby, just to beat the charge (innocent)\n We got a fetish copping speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Yo, lunatics sitting fat, St. Louis on the map\n 69 wet black (yeah, I just got my cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n Th-th-throw some D's on that hoe (I just got my cutty back)\n\n How could I slip (slip), how could I fall (fall)\n When your baby mama got my poster high up on her wall (wall-wall)\n And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n I'm Murphy Lee, please tell your sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money, I was (hell to the nah)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it\n See these D's match my fitted, my paint is banana split\n Inside is totally ignorant, outside is totally kitted\n To be specific, it's wicked how them dirty boys did it\n\n That Buick Regal (done did it), my Monte Carlo's (it's terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches), Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill' (I done spent it), that house on the hill (I live it, man)\n And that diamond herringbone? (You know them niggas did it)\n Walk up in the strip club (looking for a big butt)\n Shawty wanna get fucked (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n Throw–throw some ones on 'em, Mo (I brought about ten, what)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (let's go)\n\n Ayy, it's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller (I'm a baller)\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala (ok)\n I threw some D's on that 'Lac, and now it's taller (say what?)\n They see the wheels on my de Ville and so they holla (let's go!)\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n Tryna hold my jacket, with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Hoe, don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna give me dome (oh, no)\n\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n My seats be gator, in my Escalade\n Mama told me, \"Put some D's on it, son, you riding wrong\"\n So I took them '20s' off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw, throw)\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight (Rich Boy), no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (The Game)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some D's on that bitch) (yo, we ride)\n Just bought a Cadillac (yeah) (th-th-throw)\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26 is riding high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n Candy apple hard-top, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate, riding through the ATL\n Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\n Put Cali on the map, west side on my back\n Hometown on my face, .45 on my lap\n 20 in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley, nigga, and I'ma (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Pull up at the rim shop and (throw some D's on that bitch)\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block, 15's vibrating the whole fucking house\n\n Rich Boy selling crack\n Fuck niggas wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac (throw some, throw some D's on that bitch)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n"},{"id":29527274,"name":"Throw Some D's Remix","trackName":"Throw Some D's Remix","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Down South: 2000s Hip Hop Bangers","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to think about immature things\nY'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\n\nWait a minute motherfuckers!\n\nAin't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\nSee mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\nBut if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\nHa ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\nYeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\nSo so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\nThan I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\nLog out!\n\n... fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\nLet's get it\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\nAlabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\nTwo-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nNow I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\nI'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club we throw some\nG's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\nWe all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\nChop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\nThe car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\nNo top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nAnd we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\nWe don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\nWe got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nLunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\nSixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip? How could I fall?\nWhen yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\nAnd that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\nI'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\nMy paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\nOutside is totally kitted\nTo be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\nThat El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill (I done spent it)\nThat house on the hill (I live it mayne)\nAnd that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\nWalk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\nShawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n(Let's go!!!!)\n\nIt's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\nI threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\nThey see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nI hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHo don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later\nMight see the gator, in my Escalator\nMama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\nSo I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\nCandy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate ridin through the A-T-L\nKeep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\nNah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\nPut Cali on the map, westside on my back\nHometown on my face, forty five on my lap\nTwenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nPull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: 'Down South: 2000s Hip Hop Bangers'\n duration_ms: 351000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I used to think about immature things\n Y'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\n\n Wait a minute motherfuckers!\n\n Ain't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\n See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\n But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\n Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\n So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n 'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\n Than I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\n Log out!\n\n ... fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\n Let's get it\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\n Alabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\n Two-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Now I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\n I'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club we throw some\n G's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\n We all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\n Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\n The car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\n No top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\n We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\n We got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Lunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\n Sixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\n How could I slip? How could I fall?\n When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\n And that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\n I'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\n My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\n Outside is totally kitted\n To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\n That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\n That El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill (I done spent it)\n That house on the hill (I live it mayne)\n And that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\n Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\n Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n (Let's go!!!!)\n\n It's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\n I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\n They see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Ho don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later\n Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n Mama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\n So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\n Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate ridin through the A-T-L\n Keep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\n Nah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n Hometown on my face, forty five on my lap\n Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Pull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...\n"},{"id":25316255,"name":"Throw Some D's (Remix)","trackName":"Throw Some D's (Remix)","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"DJ Smallz-Southern Smoke Instrumentals 10","duration":125.100408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to think about immature things\nY'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\n\nWait a minute motherfuckers!\n\nAin't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\nSee mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\nBut if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\nHa ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\nYeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\nSo so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\nThan I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\nLog out!\n\n... fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\nLet's get it\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\nAlabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\nTwo-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nNow I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\nI'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club we throw some\nG's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\nWe all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\nChop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\nThe car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\nNo top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nAnd we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\nWe don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\nWe got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nLunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\nSixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip? How could I fall?\nWhen yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\nAnd that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\nI'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\nMy paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\nOutside is totally kitted\nTo be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\nThat El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill (I done spent it)\nThat house on the hill (I live it mayne)\nAnd that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\nWalk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\nShawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n(Let's go!!!!)\n\nIt's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\nI threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\nThey see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nI hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHo don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later\nMight see the gator, in my Escalator\nMama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\nSo I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\nCandy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate ridin through the A-T-L\nKeep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\nNah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\nPut Cali on the map, westside on my back\nHometown on my face, forty five on my lap\nTwenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nPull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's (Remix)\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: DJ Smallz-Southern Smoke Instrumentals 10\n duration_ms: 125100\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I used to think about immature things\n Y'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\n\n Wait a minute motherfuckers!\n\n Ain't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\n See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\n But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\n Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\n So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n 'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\n Than I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\n Log out!\n\n ... fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\n Let's get it\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\n Alabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\n Two-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Now I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\n I'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club we throw some\n G's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\n We all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\n Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\n The car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\n No top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\n We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\n We got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Lunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\n Sixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\n How could I slip? How could I fall?\n When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\n And that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\n I'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\n My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\n Outside is totally kitted\n To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\n That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\n That El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill (I done spent it)\n That house on the hill (I live it mayne)\n And that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\n Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\n Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n (Let's go!!!!)\n\n It's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\n I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\n They see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Ho don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later\n Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n Mama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\n So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\n Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate ridin through the A-T-L\n Keep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\n Nah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n Hometown on my face, forty five on my lap\n Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Pull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...\n"},{"id":24166263,"name":"Throw Some D's Remix","trackName":"Throw Some D's Remix","artistName":"Rich Boy","albumName":"Singles","duration":352.235125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to think about immature things\nY'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\nAre you gon' call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\n\nWait a minute motherfuckers!\n\nAin't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\nSee mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\nBut if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\nHa ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\nYeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\nSo so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\nThan I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\nLog out!\n\n... fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\nLet's get it\n\nShout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\nAlabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\nTwo-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nNow I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\nI'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\nWe at the strip club we throw some\nG's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\nWe all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\nChop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\nThe car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\nNo top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nAnd we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\nWe don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\nWe got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nLunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\nSixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip? How could I fall?\nWhen yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\nAnd that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\nI'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\nMy paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\nOutside is totally kitted\nTo be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\nThat El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill (I done spent it)\nThat house on the hill (I live it mayne)\nAnd that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\nWalk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\nShawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\nThrow throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n(Let's go!!!!)\n\nIt's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\nI threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\nThey see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nI hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\nHo don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\nSo fuck you haters, I'll see you later\nMight see the gator, in my Escalator\nMama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\nSo I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\nCandy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate ridin through the A-T-L\nKeep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\nNah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\nPut Cali on the map, westside on my back\nHometown on my face, forty five on my lap\nTwenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nPull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\nRich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\nShit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's Remix\n artist: Rich Boy\n album: Singles\n duration_ms: 352235\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I used to think about immature things\n Y'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?\n Are you gon' call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\n\n Wait a minute motherfuckers!\n\n Ain't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od\n See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od\n But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it\n Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like\n So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!\n 'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\n Than I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\n Log out!\n\n ... fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama\n Let's get it\n\n Shout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\n Alabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)\n Two-twelve motorin tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Now I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\n I'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch\n We at the strip club we throw some\n G's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!\n We all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash\n Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass\n The car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin\n No top with the piff blowin \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\n We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge\n We got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Lunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)\n Sixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\n How could I slip? How could I fall?\n When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\n And that ain't all she done gave me them drawers\n\n I'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n\n My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\n Outside is totally kitted\n To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\n That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\n That El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill (I done spent it)\n That house on the hill (I live it mayne)\n And that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it\n Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\n Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n (Let's go!!!!)\n\n It's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\n I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\n They see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Ho don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n So fuck you haters, I'll see you later\n Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n Mama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong\n So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel\n Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate ridin through the A-T-L\n Keep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail\n Nah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n Hometown on my face, forty five on my lap\n Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Pull up at the rim shop and \"Throw some D's on that bitch!\"\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house\n\n Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack\n Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...\n"},{"id":22087798,"name":"Throw Some D's (Remix) (Feat. Andre 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee & The Game) (Produced By Lil' Jon)","trackName":"Throw Some D's (Remix) (Feat. Andre 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, Murphy Lee & The Game) (Produced By Lil' Jon)","artistName":"Rich Boy-RGF","albumName":"Rich Boy","duration":351.111837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nI used to think about immature things\nYou know, like, do you love me, do you want me?\nAre you gonna call me like you said you would?\nIs this really your real phone number?\n\nWait a minute\nAin't a hood - but a brother from the hood\nSee, mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty good\nBut if you wanna try it, sucker, now then we can do it\nHaha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\nSh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n\nYeah, yeah, ya partner got away\nBut now he vegetable-like\nSo-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\nHe can die any second, how much long it's gon' take?\nGon' get it over with, oh what if you were in my loafers then\nYou might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\nLike the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\nAnd they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\nBut we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n\nSo we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\nBut they comin' from the back, so we run back to the front\nThey say get down on ya knees, we say: \"What the fuck you want?\"\nThey want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\nThan I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\nThat my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\nSlash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\nLog out!\n\nAll them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nUp tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nLet's get it\nShoutouts to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\nAlabama Bricks Boy tryin' to get them big toys (hustlin')\nTwo-twelve motorin' tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch\"\nNow I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\nI'm at the jeweller now throw some freeze on the -\nI got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the -\nWe at the strip club, we throw some G's on that - cause we ballin'\n\nWe all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin' cash\nChop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my -\nThe car wash my whips, glowin' no tints we fish bowlin'\nNo top with the piff blowin'\nThrow some D's on that -\nAnd we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\nWe don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby, just to beat the charge\nWe got a fetish coppin' speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\nThey never thought that we'd get large\n\nLunatics sittin' fat (St. Louis on the map)\nSixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\nThrow, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\nHow could I slip? How could I fall?\nWhen yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\nAnd that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n\nI'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\nLast time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\nBut now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\nMy paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\nOutside is totally kitted\nTo be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\nThat Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\nThat El Dorado (got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\nThat twenty mill (I done spent it)\nThat house on the hill (I live it, mayne)\nAnd that diamond herringbone, you know them - did it\n\nWalk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\nShawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten, what?\nThrow-throw some ones on 'em Mo\nI brought about ten what?\nThrow-throw some ones on 'em Mo\nI brought about ten what?\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\n(Let's go!)\n\nIt's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller\nI dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\nI threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\nThey see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\nLet's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\nTook it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\nI hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\nDon't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n\nSo - you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\nMight see the gator, in my Escalator\nMama told me put some D's on it, son, you ridin' wrong\nSo I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some D's on that - (yo, we ride)\nJust bought a Cadillac\n\nAll red Chevrolet, 26's ridin' high\nDukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\nSuede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\nCandy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\nCalifornia license plate, ridin' through the ATL\nKeep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\nNah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\nElbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\nPut Cali on the map, westside on my back\nHometown on my face, - on my lap\nTwenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\nJust bought a Bentley - and I'ma throw some D's on that -\nPull up at the rim shop and throw some D's on that -\nMight as well cut the top\nLet the sunshine in and the bass jump out\nHit the block 15's, vibratin' the whole fuckin' house\n\nRich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\nTight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\nThrow, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac\nThrow some, throw some D's on that -\nJust bought a Cadillac","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.75] Yeah\n[00:12.33] I used to think about immature things\n[00:15.64] You know, like, do you love me, do you want me?\n[00:20.80] Are you gonna call me like you said you would?\n[00:22.98] Is this really your real phone number?\n[00:24.74] Wait a minute\n[00:26.59] Ain't a hood - but a brother from the hood\n[00:29.04] See, mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty good\n[00:31.99] But if you wanna try it, sucker, now then we can do it\n[00:34.92] Haha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\n[00:38.06] Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n[00:40.65] Yeah, yeah, ya partner got away\n[00:42.37] But now he vegetable-like\n[00:43.53] So-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n[00:46.56] He can die any second, how much long it's gon' take?\n[00:49.53] Gon' get it over with, oh what if you were in my loafers then\n[00:53.22] You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\n[00:55.85] Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n[00:58.80] And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\n[01:01.61] But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n[01:04.41] So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n[01:07.82] But they comin' from the back, so we run back to the front\n[01:11.03] They say get down on ya knees, we say: \"What the fuck you want?\"\n[01:13.99] They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\n[01:16.78] Than I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\n[01:19.58] That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n[01:22.65] Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\n[01:25.41] Log out!\n[01:26.34] All them haters wanna jack\n[01:28.45] Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n[01:31.26] Throw, throw some D's on that -\n[01:32.80] Just bought a Cadillac\n[01:34.19] Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n[01:35.51] Just bought a Cadillac\n[01:37.09] Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n[01:40.17] Up tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n[01:43.25] Throw, throw some D's on that -\n[01:45.60] Just bought a Cadillac\n[01:46.50] Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n[01:47.73] Just bought a Cadillac\n[01:48.81] Let's get it\n[01:49.56] Shoutouts to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\n[01:52.80] Alabama Bricks Boy tryin' to get them big toys (hustlin')\n[01:56.27] Two-twelve motorin' tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch\"\n[02:00.10] Now I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\n[02:03.15] I'm at the jeweller now throw some freeze on the -\n[02:06.40] I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the -\n[02:08.82] We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that - cause we ballin'\n[02:13.30] We all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin' cash\n[02:16.81] Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my -\n[02:19.93] The car wash my whips, glowin' no tints we fish bowlin'\n[02:22.90] No top with the piff blowin'\n[02:24.43] Throw some D's on that -\n[02:25.95] And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\n[02:28.21] We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby, just to beat the charge\n[02:30.83] We got a fetish coppin' speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n[02:35.33] They never thought that we'd get large\n[02:36.86] Lunatics sittin' fat (St. Louis on the map)\n[02:39.72] Sixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\n[02:42.77] Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n[02:45.71] Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n[02:48.90] How could I slip? How could I fall?\n[02:51.05] When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\n[02:54.19] And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n[02:56.89] I'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\n[02:59.56] Last time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\n[03:02.45] But now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n[03:05.64] My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\n[03:08.45] Outside is totally kitted\n[03:10.05] To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n[03:13.19] That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\n[03:16.14] That El Dorado (got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n[03:19.01] That twenty mill (I done spent it)\n[03:20.57] That house on the hill (I live it, mayne)\n[03:22.63] And that diamond herringbone, you know them - did it\n[03:25.62] Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\n[03:27.55] Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten, what?\n[03:30.17] Throw-throw some ones on 'em Mo\n[03:32.07] I brought about ten what?\n[03:33.79] Throw-throw some ones on 'em Mo\n[03:35.18] I brought about ten what?\n[03:36.52] Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n[03:39.52] Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n[03:42.49] Throw, throw some D's on that -\n[03:43.88] Just bought a Cadillac\n[03:45.31] Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n[03:46.60] Just bought a Cadillac\n[03:48.16] (Let's go!)\n[03:49.14] It's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller\n[03:52.16] I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\n[03:55.13] I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\n[03:58.16] They see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\n[04:01.26] Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n[04:04.39] Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n[04:07.18] I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\n[04:09.96] Don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n[04:12.97] So - you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n[04:15.97] Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n[04:19.13] Mama told me put some D's on it, son, you ridin' wrong\n[04:22.01] So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n[04:24.85] Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n[04:27.15] Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n[04:30.09] Throw, throw some D's on that -\n[04:31.56] Just bought a Cadillac\n[04:33.10] Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n[04:34.52] Just bought a Cadillac\n[04:35.99] Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n[04:39.04] Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n[04:42.29] Throw, throw some D's on that -\n[04:43.35] Just bought a Cadillac\n[04:45.03] Throw some D's on that - (yo, we ride)\n[04:46.47] Just bought a Cadillac\n[04:49.28] All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin' high\n[04:51.96] Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n[04:54.77] Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n[04:57.87] Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n[05:00.76] California license plate, ridin' through the ATL\n[05:03.47] Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n[05:06.93] Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n[05:09.60] Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n[05:12.74] Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n[05:15.56] Hometown on my face, - on my lap\n[05:18.95] Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n[05:21.49] Just bought a Bentley - and I'ma throw some D's on that -\n[05:25.34] Pull up at the rim shop and throw some D's on that -\n[05:28.33] Might as well cut the top\n[05:30.15] Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n[05:33.21] Hit the block 15's, vibratin' the whole fuckin' house\n[05:37.09] Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n[05:38.97] Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n[05:42.02] Throw, throw some D's on that -\n[05:43.74] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:44.82] Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n[05:46.01] Just bought a Cadillac\n[05:47.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Throw Some D's (Remix) (Feat. 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you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n start_ms: 252970\n end_ms: 255970\n- text: Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n start_ms: 255970\n end_ms: 259130\n- text: Mama told me put some D's on it, son, you ridin' wrong\n start_ms: 259130\n end_ms: 262010\n- text: So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n start_ms: 262010\n end_ms: 264850\n- text: Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n start_ms: 264850\n end_ms: 267150\n- text: Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 267150\n end_ms: 270090\n- text: Throw, throw some D's on that -\n start_ms: 270090\n end_ms: 271560\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 271560\n end_ms: 273100\n- text: Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n start_ms: 273100\n end_ms: 274520\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 274520\n end_ms: 275990\n- text: Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n start_ms: 275990\n end_ms: 279040\n- text: Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 279040\n end_ms: 282290\n- text: Throw, throw some D's on that -\n start_ms: 282290\n end_ms: 283350\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 283350\n end_ms: 285030\n- text: Throw some D's on that - (yo, we ride)\n start_ms: 285030\n end_ms: 286470\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 286470\n end_ms: 289280\n- text: All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin' high\n start_ms: 289280\n end_ms: 291960\n- text: Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n start_ms: 291960\n end_ms: 294770\n- text: Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n start_ms: 294770\n end_ms: 297870\n- text: Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n start_ms: 297870\n end_ms: 300760\n- text: California license plate, ridin' through the ATL\n start_ms: 300760\n end_ms: 303470\n- text: Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n start_ms: 303470\n end_ms: 306930\n- text: Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n start_ms: 306930\n end_ms: 309600\n- text: Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n start_ms: 309600\n end_ms: 312740\n- text: Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n start_ms: 312740\n end_ms: 315560\n- text: Hometown on my face, - on my lap\n start_ms: 315560\n end_ms: 318950\n- text: Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n start_ms: 318950\n end_ms: 321490\n- text: Just bought a Bentley - and I'ma throw some D's on that -\n start_ms: 321490\n end_ms: 325340\n- text: Pull up at the rim shop and throw some D's on that -\n start_ms: 325340\n end_ms: 328330\n- text: Might as well cut the top\n start_ms: 328330\n end_ms: 330150\n- text: Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n start_ms: 330150\n end_ms: 333210\n- text: Hit the block 15's, vibratin' the whole fuckin' house\n start_ms: 333210\n end_ms: 337090\n- text: Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n start_ms: 337090\n end_ms: 338970\n- text: Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 338970\n end_ms: 342020\n- text: Throw, throw some D's on that -\n start_ms: 342020\n end_ms: 343740\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 343740\n end_ms: 344820\n- text: Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n start_ms: 344820\n end_ms: 346010\n- text: Just bought a Cadillac\n start_ms: 346010\n end_ms: 347800\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 347800\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n I used to think about immature things\n You know, like, do you love me, do you want me?\n Are you gonna call me like you said you would?\n Is this really your real phone number?\n\n Wait a minute\n Ain't a hood - but a brother from the hood\n See, mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty good\n But if you wanna try it, sucker, now then we can do it\n Haha, sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it\n Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life\n\n Yeah, yeah, ya partner got away\n But now he vegetable-like\n So-so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8\n He can die any second, how much long it's gon' take?\n Gon' get it over with, oh what if you were in my loafers then\n You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet\n Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots\n And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot\n But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do\n\n So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back\n But they comin' from the back, so we run back to the front\n They say get down on ya knees, we say: \"What the fuck you want?\"\n They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'\n Than I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know\n That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter\n Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers\n Log out!\n\n All them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Up tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Let's get it\n Shoutouts to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy\n Alabama Bricks Boy tryin' to get them big toys (hustlin')\n Two-twelve motorin' tell Harry \"Throw some D's on that bitch\"\n Now I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit\n I'm at the jeweller now throw some freeze on the -\n I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the -\n We at the strip club, we throw some G's on that - cause we ballin'\n\n We all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin' cash\n Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my -\n The car wash my whips, glowin' no tints we fish bowlin'\n No top with the piff blowin'\n Throw some D's on that -\n And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad\n We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby, just to beat the charge\n We got a fetish coppin' speedy cars, charge it to my Visa card\n They never thought that we'd get large\n\n Lunatics sittin' fat (St. Louis on the map)\n Sixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)\n\n How could I slip? How could I fall?\n When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall\n And that ain't all, she done gave me them drawers\n\n I'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)\n Last time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)\n But now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted\n My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant\n Outside is totally kitted\n To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it\n\n That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)\n That El Dorado (got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)\n That twenty mill (I done spent it)\n That house on the hill (I live it, mayne)\n And that diamond herringbone, you know them - did it\n\n Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt\n Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten, what?\n Throw-throw some ones on 'em Mo\n I brought about ten what?\n Throw-throw some ones on 'em Mo\n I brought about ten what?\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n (Let's go!)\n\n It's Rich Boy, baby girl, I'm a baller\n I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala\n I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller\n They see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla\n Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac\n Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black\n I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on\n Don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on\n\n So - you haters, I'll see you later (bye-bye)\n Might see the gator, in my Escalator\n Mama told me put some D's on it, son, you ridin' wrong\n So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some D's on that - (yo, we ride)\n Just bought a Cadillac\n\n All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin' high\n Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides\n Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steering wheel\n Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill\n California license plate, ridin' through the ATL\n Keep my tires bald, I never leave a paper trail\n Nah, I'ma keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene\n Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean\n\n Put Cali on the map, westside on my back\n Hometown on my face, - on my lap\n Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece\n Just bought a Bentley - and I'ma throw some D's on that -\n Pull up at the rim shop and throw some D's on that -\n Might as well cut the top\n Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out\n Hit the block 15's, vibratin' the whole fuckin' house\n\n Rich Boy sellin' that, all them haters wanna jack\n Tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac\n Throw, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n Throw some, throw some D's on that -\n Just bought a Cadillac\n"}]