Lyrics:
the week so we home by 11
My city got a lot of rappers
So we need our own stage
It's only these house DJ's that always fucken eat
That's why they got
da comets
u name it i done boy c it i u want it buy it own it
this is for my homies
that and dj screw
r.i.p daw cuz i
really miss
ima stay true untill
tribal
Self-entitled-I could write a Bible about everybody, quite an eyeful
Dropped an album, when I was Sixteen, spitting Sixteens, in a classroom full
schon gut beknackt
Mach mir den Blunt an, der Sound
Den ich pumpe Screwed & Chopped
Wie damals DJ Screw, Rest in Peace
Das ist für die Dudes von den West
Screw face couple who can't stop screwing
We both too do it, my doggy do it
We ain't arguing, her jaw keep swinging
She can't stop chewing
That's
an orange and then go lose it
Toe stubbed on the door hinge but eh, screw it
Was in the dark now attracted to the light like a moth
You still need a night
Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns
And all we used to do is drink brew
Screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens
We fuckin' cousins
You can throw your
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause
assumption
Listen to my album and you’ll feel how I function
Cuz my rap career is vital and it’s under construction
But it’s just me by myself, all alone in
and the haters start watchin'
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option
I'm back with Cool
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
Pick anyone of the "who's who's", I got .22s for new crews
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playing them hits
Oh this my jam, this my shit
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
Pixar incredible
The shit I do at seventeen supercedes
What you gon do by thirty
And the douchebag persona simply just does not concern me
While you screw
on a screw-face just like me
So I know she's got it, the gift I possess
Avoid the street mess and stay close to me
'Cause money's the key, I run around freely
head for me
Zeus choose deuce, gotta few screws loose but
I got nothin' left to lose
So tell me if you wanna, what would you need?
It's gone fire from
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good fucking luck, you're on your own
Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell
listenin'
Been corrupted since a child
And momma wonder why I'm missing
I got money on my mind
I been sippin' DJ Screw
I live my life in double time
Don't
na hraně, pořád řešim lóve
Album mám nahraný, Spotify mi platí
Já cruisuju streets, jsem chop-chopped and screwed
Rest in peace DJ Screw
Já mám rainbow
got problems on problems and bottles don’t solve em I really got nothing to lose
Coping by smoking and smoking the dope
And just hoping the rope don’t
wack, they all see me
Warm up two like some hot car seats
By the end of this year, I'll buy a TV
I'll be on TV, on a tall HD
I'm living that life and I
the dick
I got Bobby 'bout a pound, nigga Whitney 'bout a key
DJ Screw about a gallon, bitch the game belong to me
In '72, a player born in his boots
back
Looking to the future, screw the past
Playing hard pray I don't crash
I'm reaching for the heat
Gotta get it before I leave my teens
I won't switch
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