[Verse 1: New Orleans bounce female MC, chant-tight on the triggerman loop] Ten Fat Tuesdays on a ladder on the neutral ground Cousin holdin' my ankles so I wouldn't fall down Hollerin' at every float till my voice went flat Watched a thousand people catch it and I never caught that Got the cups off the curb and the beads off a tree Everybody's leftovers was the parade for me Then the krewe called my phone in the middle of July Said a spot just opened, girl, you ready to ride? Second float, top deck, with a mask and a bag Eight miles of St. Charles, and I'm ready to brag [Hook: New Orleans bounce female MC] Throw me something, mister, that's the cry of the street Ten years I was the one hollerin' under your feet Now I'm up on the float with a bag and a wrist And I'm throwin' it back, so baby, catch this [Verse 2: New Orleans bounce female MC, the bounce loop gets busier] Up at Napoleon, there's a boy in a cape Gold sequins, cheap sneakers, and he's runnin' in shape Keepin' up with the wheels like he's late for a train Every block, "Throw me something!" every block, same refrain So I throw him a cup and he lets it go by Throw a light-up spear and he don't even try Throw a whole damn rope of the big pearl strands He just passes 'em down into somebody's hands By Jackson he's sweatin', by Louisiana he's hoarse Still runnin' with the float like he's tied to the course Driver leans out the cab, says, "He ain't here for the beads" I said, "Shit, then what's he want?" and he points up at me [Hook: New Orleans bounce female MC] Throw me something, mister, that's the cry of the street Ten years I was the one hollerin' under your feet Now I'm up on the float with a bag and a wrist And I'm throwin' it back, so baby, catch this [Beat Switch: New Orleans bounce female MC, the bounce loop flips into a second-line street beat] Turnin' down toward Canal and the street's wall to wall Got one thing in the bag that I ain't thrown at all Hand-painted shoe with the glitter on the toe Took me three whole weeks, every coat, every bow Wrote my number on the heel with a purple-ink pen And the boy in the cape hollers up there again Ten years on a ladder with my arms open wide Now I'm up on the float, and I'm the one who decides So I lean off the rail and I let it spin slow Half the avenue reachin', but I know where it goes And he catches it clean, never fumbles a thing Reads the heel, holds it up like a championship ring Ash Wednesday mornin' and my phone rings at nine He says, "You threw me something," I said, "Caught it just fine" [Hook: New Orleans bounce female MC, last time, the second-line snare under the bounce] Throw me something, mister, that's the cry of the street Ten years I was the one hollerin' under your feet Now I'm up on the float with a bag and a wrist And I'm throwin' it back, so baby, catch this [End]
