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Screwed Up Click for life Z-Ro the Crooked A.K.A. the king of the ghetto But y'all can call me Rotha Vandross this year though you dig? Anyway man I'm just out here tryna shake the muthafuckin' pot and pull a dollar out You know what I'm talkin' bout Everyday all day Heavy not small play nigga what Haha, Uhh I wake up early in the evening 'round 5:30 or 6:00 My nextell beepin' from all the calls I missed Brush my grill till it looks like whats around my wrist Drop some kush in a cigarillo and then give it a twist Pull out a black t-shirt Beige Dickie pants Black house shoes Can't forget my candana to give em the blues Open up the safe and grab some paper Call Fo' up at Hemp Sports Clips and let him 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 with a woman from the start My mind marinated full of liquor Remember me in the hoo-doo with expired tags and stickers But I'm on swangas 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 nigga do I'ma act, one two I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga I'm, gone let the top down Even though I'm 4's I ain't swanging Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing It's a sunny screwed up day outside Might as well pull out the candy slab It's time to ride Go from candy blue to purple right before your eyes Jackers think I'm slipping But I keep them pipes on my side Gripping wood grain Homie if you love your life don't run up on me mane Ya damn right, I'm a legend in the game It's Billy Cook And that nigga Joseph Wayne Yeah we have chips checks and loose change Cause the ghetto is where we come from The same place booshie you bitches run from Since the beginning I had a piss poor hand Now I turned it into a winner Y'all haters don't understand Minimum wage nigga 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 Foreign car now Was in a dropper yesterday I'ma act, one two I'ma act, just like a nigga do I'ma act, one two I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga I'm, gone let the top down Even though I'm 4's I ain't swanging Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing Just like Big H.A.W.K My cup is full of something bubbly 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 it that's 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 worked too damn hard for mine 24-7 on the grind All you gone end up with is a hard time From I-10 to Beltway 8 to 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 her stripping But we just flipping And ain't no club hopping Even if the club hopping I'ma pass Never even take my foot off the gas I'm headed to the studio To drop a couple of 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 nigga do I'ma act, one two I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga I'm, gone let the top down Even though I'm 4's I ain't swanging Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing I'ma act, one two I'ma act, just like a nigga do I'ma act, one two I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga I'm, gone let the top down Even though I'm 4's I ain't swanging Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing