Pimpin’ Da Pen (feat. DJ Screw)

Nine seven, Screwed Up Clique

Soucie Folea, balling in the mix

Pimpin pens, ball Sou', party on

DJ Screw and the Lil' K-E

Know what I'm saying, 'cause, uh

Herschelwood if ya hoes that know

Keke's on the track and I mixed the flow

I'm still draped up and dripped out, reclining the top

Straight up outta H-Town and the funk don't stop

Watch the trunk just pop and the front end hop

I'ma swang on these boppers, I'ma clown these cops

Candy red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the streets

Sipping syrup, slanging birds, smoking indo Sweets

I don't stay long in places 'cause the plates say Texas

TV screen, Young and the Restless, in my GS Lexus

From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley

Houston all the way to Cali, gotta forfeit a rally

Remember that bitch Sally? They didn't like her walk

But she still gon' get fucked by Keke in the Hou'

Fat Pat and Mike Drew, what about punking the Screw?

We gon' bring her to the South and let the clique run through

It's really easy to see there ain't no fucking with me

I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke

Know what I'm saying, Southside?

Let's get our drank up and dripped out, pimp the pens

Know what I'm saying?

Putting it down, representing to the fullest

Know what I'm saying?

L-I-L, go on and let them boys know again

It's time to lay 'em down like cards on the table

Big crib, watching it give ya gal licking my navel

Who's the man and who's the G?

L to the I to the l to the K to the E to the K to the E

That's me

Heart of hustler, mind of a G

Punk ass **** can't fuck with me

Give me cocaine and pretty regularly

Pimps on all these hoes and chicks

Break a **** neck if he don't respect

Let me pimp right down effect

Gone off the drank, gotta break a name

Players hate me 'cause they wanna try the thing I paid

I'ma have to kill

When I come down, I'm coming blazing wood wheel

Pop another pill, careful, better chill

Southside Houston, Texas

Won't you tell me how ya feel?

Make another meal

While I pack my steel

Breaking boys off

With my freestyle drill

Hot in the hill

Land of the drill

Pimpin pens, hittin' skins

Show another skill

Know what I'm saying? Pimpin pens worldwide

Break it down, Screw flex

Y'all already what it is, flowing words

Ain't that right, Corleone?

Straight hogging, done deal, trick

Verse three of the flow if ya hoes didn't know

In and out the back door 'cause I gots to go

One more time, one more flow, I'm a freestyle pro

Walking inside the club and dismantling the show

Houston, Texas is the home of the players and pimps

'Sace down with a limp, across the sky in a blimp

I punch in clocks, don't like them jocks

I'ma player, I'ma baller, baguettes and rocks

Word strainer entertainer in the eye of the public

**** love it, try to dub it 'cause I stick to the subject

Again and again, nothing less than a win

Your foe or your friend, I'ma keep pimpin pens, pimpin pens

Just chill and smoke a sweet for a second

Nine seven showing up, two timing on records

Steady stacking them dollars, gassing up my Impala

Lord knows a young G don't wanna get swallowed

So, I'm tryna succeed, them thangs a **** need

The devil's beneath me, keep going, ain't no stopping me

The syrup, the Hennessy, blowing up independently

I done screwed up the industry, got these managers be paging me

**** be hating me because I'm a paper G

It's all about the real pimp, there still ain't no faking me

Chopping boys up 'cause you know that I'm able

L-I-L, pimp the pens, I be pimpin turntables