Screwed Up Click

Know what I'm saying?

**** just in here with the Southside playas

Everybody big pieces on they neck, bald fades

The Screwed Up Click, know what I'm saying?

And my **** Big Troy in here, know what I'm saying?

My **** Fat Pat, my **** Pokey, know what I'm saying?

My **** Lil' Keke, know what I'm saying?

Go on and drop that shit, mane

I'm draked up and dripped out, know what I'm talking 'bout?

Three in the morning, get the gat out the stash spot

Fire up a fat sweet, turn on the bulb light

Hand on the wood grain, ass on the tight white

Showing naked ass in the great state of Texas

Home of the playas so it never be no plexing

So long we been waiting, never ever hating

In Houston we elbows, in Cali they dating

1996 And you hoes better duck

Cause the world gon' drip candy and be all suit up

Pop in your grey cassette, turn up your fucking deck

Lend me your ear because the Southside been erect

Down here we smoke tree, then let the world see

Two head talent like Screw and Lil' Keke

Ain't no love for haters and you busta dick suckas

On the Southside we staying paid, motherfucker

Know what I'm talking 'bout?

Know what I'm saying?

**** just in here with a freestyle

Know what I'm saying?

Off the head

'04, '96

We gon' show up, the Screwed Up Click, know what I'm saying?

Because it's on the Southside, know what I'm talking 'bout?

Everybody playas, they gon' hate, know what I'm saying?

Lil' Keke, go on and tell 'em what time it is, playa

Time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes

To all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes

Who's the man? Who's the boss? Who's the **** that paid the cost?

I really don't give a damn cause I

Ain't the one who's gonna take a loss

Gripping a gram up in the slam, working the wood, it's understood

Flipping these foes and slamming these doors

Pulling these hoes and wearing these clothes

Who in the hell was able to tell the Southside ain't had to chill?

From hitting that boulevard

Popping that trunk and smoking that skunk and pulling up candy red

Sitting on buck not giving a fuck and able to turn a head

Something serious when I let go cause I got a way with words

I'm able to clown when using a noun to take the place of verbs

My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes

My flow is slow because it's molded down by DJ Screw

Take it from me, the **** Lil' Ke, the H, the A, the R, the D

Menace to society, born and raised a real G

Grab the phone, go on and on, two or three songs, I won't postpone

Cause these lyrics coming from the very top of my dome

So many ways it pays if you can flip the script of moving a tongue

Listen close, promise that you'll be sprung

Jacks and hustlers, pails and macs, foreigns, those are Cadillacs

Syrup, codeine, that makes you lean

And killer sweets rolled out the sack

All these things remain the same because I'm so able to win

All around, just bow down because a **** blessed to be