NY2PA Get Throwed Cover by Easy Yves Saint Lyrics
Intro (Lotto):
I mean, what can I say it' pretty predictable. You can depend on it
It's clockwork
As a Queens youngin' he watched the older ones get it like clockwork so what's next?
Come outside and clock work
Nowadays when it comes to him it's still clockwork
Beats, bars, hook, clockwork
One take Saint. Clockwork. Bank on it
Verse 1 (Easy Yves Saint)
Two six five. Lotto, Bun I got it
Man fuck these niggas
I don't fuck with these niggas
They can't fuck with me nigga
I don't fucking need niggas
Got divas in the H in love with a Queens nigga
I'm a rare heir what a luxury
Nobody sonning me but a queen
There there
Better have air fare witcha put red bull in ya
I'm out of sorts
Won about a 100 out in Fort Bend county prolly run em out the court
Bout to take a trip and the sun is out course DA got nothing so she fronting on my shorts
Judge laughing like, "Really?" cuz they Ralph without the horse
Can't fuck me!
Blue balls and I'm caught red handed make for purple label of course
I been on that like half of the H with that "Been On" track
I'm hot enough. I bent more wax than the sun sober never bent on Jack
Hold up let me vent fall back
(Y'all know what it is Clockwork 265 Easy Yves Saint you dig?)
Verse 2 (Easy Yves Saint)
As a lickle yute (youth) 22 in the boot
Turned into a number 22 shoe
Can't fit a Mojave bird in a Margie
First down 10 yards in a Barney's
First town since home and I'm balling
Me and DJ 10 broads in New Orleans
Mink on the strap VV's in the face like a Spice lane nigga threw dubs in it wait
Met Paul Wall good times due to balling
GS two screens in it falling
Trap on the campus scratch like dandruff couple cats found a nigga attitude appalling
Back to Nebraska Gucci Aces purple label shiiiit with the logo on it face it
I was in it first you was working out the basics
Started from the bottom I was working out the basement
Selling in the cellar never whined just aged and this rap shit happened to me happens I'm amazing
Happens I'm a Mason brick by brick like Shawn at the Days Inn
Bitch by bitch nigga yawn and replace them
Jaded like the charm on a Asian
Me and my DROOGS get throwed like a pillow faded like a bad tat threw dro in the rillo
So instrumental to the flow
Is the rental that I rode
Through the middle of the US
You guess coke
No simple yes or no
What a riddle Bun, Ro, Pimp, Young (Jeezy) and Hov had me literally throwed
(Catch my breath cuz I'm literally throwed
265 Clockwork)
Verse 3 (Easy Yves Saint)
Could, sell like Randolph and Mortimer orderers
Buy buy buy like Timberlake sort of a
Cornerer of bodies commander in chief coroner
Dead presidents big faces Rushmore
The more that I touch
The more of a rush
Surrounded by white like a moor at a rush
If a whore wanna crush make a s'more in the truck
Sword stuck, like Excalibur
I only pull it out if she round my ex caliber
I'm guess I'm the King Author/Authur
String together lyrics still take bling off ya
Chandler Bing could this BE any harder?
You pussy like what you ain't seeeeeen any parts of!!!!
Trill started in streets of Port Authur
Ain't just slang you ain't seen what you talk of
Man fuck these niggas
Sean Otis, Man fuck these niggas
B-Do Bun B Pimp C, man fuck these niggas
Cham Payne, Man fuck these niggas
Mike Mogul, Man fuck these niggas
NY to PA, Y'all know what it is
Fuck these niggas
Clockwork 265 Easy Yves Saint
We out this thing
Rest in Peace Pimp C
You DIG?
I mean, what can I say it' pretty predictable. You can depend on it
It's clockwork
As a Queens youngin' he watched the older ones get it like clockwork so what's next?
Come outside and clock work
Nowadays when it comes to him it's still clockwork
Beats, bars, hook, clockwork
One take Saint. Clockwork. Bank on it
Verse 1 (Easy Yves Saint)
Two six five. Lotto, Bun I got it
Man fuck these niggas
I don't fuck with these niggas
They can't fuck with me nigga
I don't fucking need niggas
Got divas in the H in love with a Queens nigga
I'm a rare heir what a luxury
Nobody sonning me but a queen
There there
Better have air fare witcha put red bull in ya
I'm out of sorts
Won about a 100 out in Fort Bend county prolly run em out the court
Bout to take a trip and the sun is out course DA got nothing so she fronting on my shorts
Judge laughing like, "Really?" cuz they Ralph without the horse
Can't fuck me!
Blue balls and I'm caught red handed make for purple label of course
I been on that like half of the H with that "Been On" track
I'm hot enough. I bent more wax than the sun sober never bent on Jack
Hold up let me vent fall back
(Y'all know what it is Clockwork 265 Easy Yves Saint you dig?)
Verse 2 (Easy Yves Saint)
As a lickle yute (youth) 22 in the boot
Turned into a number 22 shoe
Can't fit a Mojave bird in a Margie
First down 10 yards in a Barney's
First town since home and I'm balling
Me and DJ 10 broads in New Orleans
Mink on the strap VV's in the face like a Spice lane nigga threw dubs in it wait
Met Paul Wall good times due to balling
GS two screens in it falling
Trap on the campus scratch like dandruff couple cats found a nigga attitude appalling
Back to Nebraska Gucci Aces purple label shiiiit with the logo on it face it
I was in it first you was working out the basics
Started from the bottom I was working out the basement
Selling in the cellar never whined just aged and this rap shit happened to me happens I'm amazing
Happens I'm a Mason brick by brick like Shawn at the Days Inn
Bitch by bitch nigga yawn and replace them
Jaded like the charm on a Asian
Me and my DROOGS get throwed like a pillow faded like a bad tat threw dro in the rillo
So instrumental to the flow
Is the rental that I rode
Through the middle of the US
You guess coke
No simple yes or no
What a riddle Bun, Ro, Pimp, Young (Jeezy) and Hov had me literally throwed
(Catch my breath cuz I'm literally throwed
265 Clockwork)
Verse 3 (Easy Yves Saint)
Could, sell like Randolph and Mortimer orderers
Buy buy buy like Timberlake sort of a
Cornerer of bodies commander in chief coroner
Dead presidents big faces Rushmore
The more that I touch
The more of a rush
Surrounded by white like a moor at a rush
If a whore wanna crush make a s'more in the truck
Sword stuck, like Excalibur
I only pull it out if she round my ex caliber
I'm guess I'm the King Author/Authur
String together lyrics still take bling off ya
Chandler Bing could this BE any harder?
You pussy like what you ain't seeeeeen any parts of!!!!
Trill started in streets of Port Authur
Ain't just slang you ain't seen what you talk of
Man fuck these niggas
Sean Otis, Man fuck these niggas
B-Do Bun B Pimp C, man fuck these niggas
Cham Payne, Man fuck these niggas
Mike Mogul, Man fuck these niggas
NY to PA, Y'all know what it is
Fuck these niggas
Clockwork 265 Easy Yves Saint
We out this thing
Rest in Peace Pimp C
You DIG?