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Screwed Up Click lyrics

Lil' Keke, The Don, original Screwed Up Click
This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat
Big Mellow, Big Steve, Bun

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

Well, it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain
With diamonds up against them balling through your hood, man
And I'm smokin' on some good man, the color purple
Not the movie, but the kind that have you goin' in a circle

Chrome, lookin' more classy than the Trans-Co-Tower
Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower
Like face I got the money, the power and the finesse
To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand 'round my neck

I'm lookin' real shiny, you can see me from a mile away
Thought you was doin' it, until I came and took your smile away
Pull up on your side in the turnin' lane
Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce
And I'm Cadillac turnin' man

Little swang to the left, big swang to the right
My plates scrapin' and I'm slidin' the pipe, it's super tight
So don't try to knock us, baby, don't try to hate
That's how we do it in that Lone Star State get it straight
We be

Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint
'Cause we doin' it real big, in case you thinking we ain't
It's lots of money on these streets being spent and being made
All it take is one look to see these boys gettin' paid

They livin' laid in big houses with pools in the backyard
Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud
With iced out watches, bracelets, chains
Pieces, teeth, man, we throwed in the game

We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceilin'
On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peelin'
With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk
Push a button and my car is waivin' bye to you, punk

We from the land of sippin' on syrup and bangin' the screw
We slab swangin' comin' down and through, I thought you knew
Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us
Now the South is in the house, and they can't do nothin' about us
We be

One time for my Trill niggaz reppin' the block
The real soldiers on the front line is keepin' it cocked
They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it
So they can know how you G it, if they hatin', so be it

We ain't playin' where I'm staying 'cause it's way too real
No matter the situation, we gotta keep it Trill
Got the steel on my side when I ride cause I'm ready
I got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady

I'm an Underground King homeboy and not a simp
And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the pimp
I'm down for my click, just like I'm down for my block
And I'ma stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock

So go on, body rock, South side or lean back
Two step with your boy if you about your greenbacks
This here is a Texas toast so raise your glass
Because the whole dirty South is fittin' to show they naked ass
We be

Lil' Keke, The Don, original Screwed Up Click
This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat

Part of these releases

- Track 3 on Since the Grey Tapes, Vol. 3
- 2 Sippin' in the South
- 4 Coming Out of the South

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