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Z-Ro - Screw Did That lyrics
f/ Al-D (*talking*) This for all the DJ A, B, C, D's, wanna be motherfuckers Whoever you is, my nigga DJ Screw created this style It's here to stay, you with the ? You gon respect my nigga Screw [Chorus] What the fuck y'all niggas talking bout Screw did that You can chop it but respect the fact Screw did that Who put this game or flag on the map Screw did that What, Screw did that, man Screw did that Who slowed you records down, and made the style Screw did that Longest rappers up bout freestyle Screw did that Now they sipping syrup worldwide Screw did that Tip your motherfucking hats nigga Screw did that [Al-D] What the fuck y'all niggas talking bout, time for me to break it down At home sucking your mama titty, when I was running the underground I been here, done this, now you hoes got me pissed Fucking over my homie name, over one funky ass minute of fame If you true to the game act like it then, show some respect Y'all niggas bore me, show some kind of motherfucking loyalty DJ Screw the king of the chop, yeah king of the chop He the reason now, a lot of these motherfuckers hot But they ain't hollin' at mama and papa Screw, like they supposed to Don't forget, don't nobody own shit but those two That go for friends and foes too, bitches and hoes too Don't stand there with your mouth wide open nigga, do what you do Sentimental value, the only authentic original Screw We keeping the dream alive, and paying the family too Mama Screw told me, you got my permission to spill the gases And when you scream, scream loud, to set fire under they asses [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Who went from Jimmy Jam to worldwide, Screw did that Took me from nothing and made me something, you did that I owe it all to you my nigga, for helping me rise I thought you would get old with me, why the fuck you have to die Everybody S.U.C. now, Screw done chopped by who Probably never met the man, deserve the ghetto are you rich Bitch nigga you get, out of dodge fast 5,000 watts of skills, 5,000 pounds of trans Watch what you say in the magazines, ole fat ass nigga Steady nibbling off my niggas cheese, ole rat ass nigga I call it like I see it, and I can't be nothing but real I guess they can't originate, so they do nothing but steal I'm sick and I'm tired, I'm not gon let it ride no mo' Better skip town, cause in Houston you hoes can't hide no mo' My partna Robert Earl Davis, was a man out of music But the world kicking so much they bitch made, bold niggas be trying to do it [Chorus] [Al-D] He slowed the records down and made the style, now everybody on dick Michael "5000" Watts in Murda Dog talkin bout, he elevated this shit Screw's number one, always will be You got the game from him, the style was named after him One thing he promised, is that the world was gon be all screwed up I was on a first Screw tape to hit the market, all screwed up Yeah its hard to think, when yo mind go blank Don't believe it, run yo ass in the paint See when that Keke pimping pens, we all was making paper Drank up and dripped out, while they got high with the Blanksta All I wanna do is remember the good times Botany Boyz, and still, the block that stayed crunk at all times Al-D and Z-Ro, and the S.U.C. is still in effect Screw you rest in peace, and they still on yo motherfucking dick [Z-Ro] Candy, Juve and all of matter of fact, Screw blew it Touching nothing but real tracks, cause no jamming no doo-doo But fuck the milli, that was my man When I was slipping, he would reach out, to take my hand Cause it was nothing but love for my nigga, nigga had love for me So disrespect him, and its gonna be some slugs to see Cause we the Screwed Up Click, down South we the shit Body rocking like this, with Mama Screw up in the mix (*talking*) S.U.C., let's keep the dream alive man Original members, extended members Everybody stand taller [Chorus] |
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