Screwed Up Click for life

Z-Ro the crook of AKA, the king of the ghetto

But y'all can call me Rother Vandross

This year though, ya dig?

Anyway man, I'm just out here tryna shake the mother fucking pot

And pull a dollar out

You know what I'm talking about?

Everyday all day, heavy not small pay

****, what

Ha-ha, uh

I wake up early in the evening around 5:30 or 6:00

My Nextel beeping  from all the calls I missed

Brushed my grill until it looks like what's around my wrist

Drop some kush in the cigarillo and then give it a twist

Pull out a black t-shirt, beige Dickie pants, black house shoes

Can't forget my can down there to give 'em the blues

Open up the safe and grab some paper

Call for up at Hempe's Sports Clips and let 'em know I need another taper

Call up one of the smokers to wash my ride

Just like at the car wash

But he gon' do it right outside

I don't kick it with fellas, I kick it with broads

Fellas act like females, so why not kick it for the woman from the stars

My mind marinated full of liquor

Remember me in the hoodoo with expired tags and sticker

But I'm on swingers today

And everything is blue over grey

Look out, Houston, Texas, Z-Ro is on his way

I'ma let the top down

I'ma act one two

I'ma act just like a **** do

I'ma act one two

I'ma act just like a **** do, ****

I'm gon' let the top down even though I'm on fours, I ain't swinging

Rather roll cruise control, let the cigarillo blow

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing

And it's a sunny screwed up day outside

Might as well pull out the candy slab, it's time to ride

It go from candy blue to purple right before your eyes

Jackers think I'm slipping but I keep them pipes on my side

Grippin' wood grain

Homie if you love your life, don't run up on me man

You're damn right, I'm a legend in the game

It's Billy Cook, and that **** Joseph Wayne

Yeah, we accept checks and loose change

'Cause the ghetto is where we come from

The same place bougie bitches run from

Since the beginning I had a piss poor hand

But I turned it into a winner, y'all haters don't understand

Minimum wage **** now earning a hundred grand

I can pay my own way

Got my own money man

B-I-L-L-Y C-O-O-K

The foreign car now was in the dropper yesterday

I'ma act one two

I'ma act just like a **** do

I'ma act one two

I'ma act just like a **** do, ****

I'm gon' let the top down even though I'm on fours, I ain't swinging

Rather roll cruise control, let the cigarillo blow

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing

'Cause like Big Hawk, my cup is full of something bubbling

And I'm on the boulevard acting ugly

But I'm not swinging in and out of my lane

Speaking of my trunk, and the Gorillas inside just making it bang

And if a jacker comes my way I load my AK

Don't think I won't spray

This'll be your last day

I work too damn hard for mine and 24/7 on the grind

All you gon' end up with is a hard time

From I-10, the Beltway 8, the 59 South

To purchase a sack of that lemon lime, and I'm out

About to roll to my homegirl house

Her man tripping

'Cause he think I got a stripping

But we just flipping

And ain't no club hopping

Even if the club popping

I'ma pass, never even take my foot off the gas

But I'll get into the studio to drop a couple a songs

When I'm finished, we gon' bounce and continue to roam

And let the top down

I'ma act one two

I'ma act just like a **** do

I'ma act one two

I'ma act just like a **** do, ****

I'm gonna let the top down even though I'm on fours, I ain't swinging

Rather roll cruise control, let the cigarillo blow

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing

I'ma act one two

I'ma act just like a **** do

I'ma act one two

I'ma act just like a **** do

I'm gon' let the top down even though I'm on fours, I ain't swinging

Rather roll cruise control, let the cigarillo blow

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing