THROBBY Songtext
von NADUH

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Thick thighs on the beachside
Smoke big blunts on the East Side
Nothin′ we touch is B-side
Can't play it once, hit the rewind
Thick thighs on the beachside
Smoke big blunts on the East Side
Nothin′ we touch is B-side
Can't play it once, hit the rewind

Throbby body-ody-ody
Dancing, you and me and shorty
Sippin' OJ and some 40s
Throbby body-ody-ody
Dancing, you and me and shorty
Sippin′ OJ and some 40s


Hold up quick, let me talk to ′em (real nice)
Fill up the cup, yeah, put that shit (on ice)
Running these streets while we reaching (new heights)
We in the building, you feeling it (damn right)
Musta been nice when you seen us drop it low
And if ya missed the show, took it down real slow
How low could it go?
Lower than my eyelids off the dro'
Hate to see us leave, but they love to watch us go
(Oh, no! Better take a photo)

Click-click, big drip let ′em know, hoe (hoe)
If you came to bring the drama, that's a no-go
Flow so cold, got ′em shook, that's a snow globe (globe, snow globe)
Ass shake, earthquake, tig bitties, pretty kitty
Too litty, big city, ooh, the block′s hot, let's go
Are you with me like- (like-, like-)

Thick thighs on the beachside (oh)
Smoke big blunts on the East Side (oh)
Nothin' we touch is B-side (oh)
Can′t play it once, hit the rewind (oh)
Thick thighs on the beachside (oh)
Smoke big blunts on the East Side (oh)
Nothin′ we touch is B-side (oh)
Can't play it once, hit the rewind


Throbby body-ody-ody
Dancing, you and me and shorty
Sippin′ OJ and some 40s
Throbby body-ody-ody
Dancing, you and me and shorty
Sippin' OJ and some 40s (oh)

Someone get some mood lighting up in this bitch (in this bitch)
I just copped a quarter, let′s get off of it
Got me feeling all types o' ways
Smoke so much I might pass away
Don′t die, bitch, not today (ooh-ooh)
Heaven's with us in the bass (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Deep into the night
Where the wolves howl their lonely song to the moon
Ancient trees in slumber, the street cars
With their honkin' horns and radios blaring
High heels clack on pavements
Red lips meet, smacking and pluckering
Cares are tossed out the window
And the DJ plays this song

Throbby body-ody-ody
Dancing, you and me and shorty
Sippin′ OJ and some 40s (and some, and some)
Throbby body-ody-ody
Dancing, you and me and shorty
Sippin′ OJ and some 40s
Throbby body-ody-ody
Dancing, you and me and shorty
Sippin' OJ and some 40s (sippin′, sip, sip, sip)

Throbby body-ody-ody
Dancing, you and me and shorty
Sippin' OJ and some 40s
Deep into the n-, deep into the-, to the-, deep into the night
(Night, night, night, night)
(Deep into the night, night, night, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
And the DJ plays this song
(This song, this song, this song, this song, this song)