ABN - Still Throwed lyrics

[Chorus:] ~Z-Ro~ (2x) Still Hood, Still Paid, Still Throwed, Still Gangsta Still a G, don't play me cause you'll see a**hole By Nature [Verse 1:] ~Z-Ro~ Uh I couldn't afford lobster, I couldn't afford steak So a three piece chicken wing dinner that's what I ate Most friends were broke, only a couple had cake Sleepin outside, I had no where to take my dates Walkin around everyday in the same ole clothes Seein the same ole n***as, and the same ole hoes Strippers at the club dancin on the same ole poles Drug dealers tryna get you to c**aine yo nose Police raided the block, everyday at the same time Tryna catch us and cuff us for comittin the same crime But we had us a vison like Jordan with Hang Time Tryna make a million dollars off of nickels and dimes Brotha that was eleven years ago and I'm still grindin Straight up out of the ruff, I ain't nothin but a diamond Use to do it for free now I'm paid for my rhymin' The money too good I ain't thinkin about retirin' [Verse 2:] ~Trae~ I am the street dreams, still reppin for the south But that wait until you get then they run up in yo house Twenty four hours a day they forever runnin they mouth Haters on dick but I'd rather run it in they spouse It ain't hard to understand I'm on a different type of mission Bein broke ain't even a option b**h I gotta glissen I starved back then ain't nobody wanna listen And that was way before I even had a pot to piss in But what a n***a know I put the hood in the view Now they greet me with the H everytime I come through That's just out of respect cause I represent the realer I been a G all of my life and never act brand new Ain't no limit to the hustle cause I want it full time I use to get head, now I want the full shine Tryna make it to the top'll be my reason for rhyme In the gutta guarantee me I'm a get it this time [Repeat Chorus:] ~Z-Ro~ [Verse 3:] ~Z-Ro~ My a** got Crown Holder jeans, my chest got Evisu, and my feet got Gator But don't get it twisted, and play me for weak I just wanna look good when I'm walkin over all ya'll haters When I was on lock my n***a Trae was takin over this b**h And when I came home we connected like the internet b**h I'm a veteran, I been around every since the beginnin I've done a hell of alot but I'm not finished yet I want a plaque but the bootleggers be makin it hard to do Keep sellin this sh** b**h we gon maab on you My attitude is rude, I never gave a f** and I never will Maan I'm just tryna pay my bills, hol'up Pimp C, P.A.trill n***a - polo f** that Hilfiger Rest In Peace I'm a see you when I get there bro Even though you in the grave my n***a you still throwed [Verse 4:] ~Trae~ When it come to bein hood, hell yeah I'm in the zone Never walk in nothin less then eight pools and a home I'm the truth fuh real and ain't just in a song Got e'm lookin at these hoes like they never seen chrome When they pick up in the trunk it's a hundred percent slow So throwed and you know Mr.Mcvey is so blowed I'm cool but the whip wanna pose Yeah the trunk got a mind of it's own all I do is let it glow It's the king of the streets, and the king of the ghetto Middle finger in the air when I wanna say hello Call me what ya want I use to chase after hoes Now they chasin after me till they break they stilettos I'm still hood, still gangsta - A.B.N is on the top haters I'm a thank ya Plus everywhere you go you gotta deal with us like it or not Cause in the streets - or the rap we gon'out rank ya [Repeat Chorus:] (Till End)