The Screwed Up Click - Screwed Up Click - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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(*talking*) EQ (yeah), Thug Dirt What you thought, we was falling off What you thought, the South wasn't gon come hard What you thought, we was weak Nigga this H-Town, nigga we run shit Who you think, you listening to motherfucker This the Screwed Up Click [Lil' Keke] I represent the S.U.C., I'm Lil' Ke' I'm creased jeans, AF-1's and white T The best kept secret, out the 7-1-3 From the streets of pistol play, cause it don't matter to me If you searching for the Don, niggas look no mo' I'm in a tinted black truck, white cups and dro Don't start no shit, it won't be no blood I'm a Custom Made Gangsta, and mixed with thug Herschelwood till I die, that's the name of my block Battle scars and plenty wars, I did it rock for rock I'ma smash on boys, when they play these games Bullet wounds to the chest, when they say these names My skills are boosted up, I'm getting scary I tell these niggas, that I'm already legendary And fresh off the porch, it ain't no fucking with me And I still'll bust a head, for the S.U.C [Hook] Don't start no shit, won't be no shit It's the Don, I represent the Screwed Up Click Don't start no shit, won't be no shit It's Sensei biting the mic, I'm still a hard pit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit It's Boss Hogg Corleone, and I'm back in the mix Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit It's the Screwed Up Click, it's the Screwed Up Click [Big Pokey] The money the house, the Jag the six Call me Slick, I'm the dude with the bag of tricks It's a drought, powder pack brick mad the bench Took it back got a nug', now I'm back in the mix I get mine on the edge of the booth, ready to jump 3600 block of the Yella', that's where I'm from For really, I'm fin's to show these niggas the dealy Then wrap this bitch up, like endo in a filly Fuck the keys to the city, I'ma pick the lock If the jump boys raiding tonight, pick the spot The niggas that start shit, we trying to get dead I twist niggas dump em, and mail they mama the head Sensei's in the building, start dropping your bread My album's like bird shit, drop and spread Y'all know how I play it, low to the ground S.U.C. motherfucker, controlling the town [Hook] [Mike D] See now they gon goon 'head, and make me hurt a man C-walked off on em, and do the murder dance See the print in my pants, that's my trusted 3-80 In your ass pocket size, so I can hit you in your cocky eyes Grew up on Pac, don't know nothing bout me I'ma ride and die, with the S.U.C And it's Boss Hogg daddy, Miggity Mike D Got these niggas out here sick, like I let the pen let free I survived long summers, in white suits and boots Now back in the mix, in a 5-60 coupe With a 50-Cal in my lap, ready to let loose I got the game in choke hold, these niggas in a neuse The game done gave me my F, boys know what I'ma do Get six down chicks, make six round trips Make six dimes flip, talk cash money shit It's Boss Hogg Corleone, Screwed Up Click nigga [Hook]
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