| This is dedicated, to the legendary
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| DJ Screw
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| Now once upon a time not long ago
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| Where they come down candy, and live life low
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| Where the fours stay chromey, and they grippin' on wood
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| And people all behave like it’s all to the good
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| Then came a young player from the Southside streets
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| Who had dreams of making music, with slowed down beats
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| He jumped on the tables made it do what it do
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| And so begins the legend of DJ Screw
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| (Scratched) This is dedicated to the legendary DJ Screw
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| Jeah
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| Six in the morning, Feds at my door
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| Quarter mil' on the floor, the city where everything shows
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| Yeah, still bang Screw, we love it mayne
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| I know he gone, but nothing changed
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| Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. |
| they all above us, mayne
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| Down here he grind and hustle, mayne
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| Can’t forget Chad Butler mayne
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| Still swang on 84's, a mirror-glass like buzzers mayne
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| Grab the Louie duffle man, S.U.C. |
| still in this thing
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| I know my dog gone, Robert Davis, we gon' do it mayne
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| See, I love this life
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| This is Screwed Up Click
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| Don’t quote me, dog
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| You’ll get screwed up quick
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| Still we blew one quick
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| My 84's, they stick
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| On 24's, we sit
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| You know we holdin' it, bitch
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| I’mma do this hit for Screw
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| For Hawk, for Pat
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| Even though we pushin' powder
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| But the trunk, be crack
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| R.I.P. |
| to Jimmy T
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| Nigga, I’mma swang in the 'Lac
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| That’s how it s’posed, to be
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| (Jeah)
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| One of the realest to do this shit
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| Used to Texas Screwed up, quick
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| Yeah, the tracks, Screw’ll bring it back
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| No one better that you can get
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| For my nigga Robert Davis
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| Chop it up, Screw my shit
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| Now the true representation, making sure the world knew this shit
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| Every time you think of double cups, or swangers peekin' out the boards
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| Freestylin' off top of dome, or grills covered in ice and gold
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| Dealers salute the General, point-black, no subliminal
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| Tell 'em we Screwed up Texas, we go fed like a criminal
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| Here’s a little story about a nigga like me
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| Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, nigga, S.U.C
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| South-west, H-Town, all of that’s me
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| If a ho is cotton-mouth I wouldn’t give a bitch P
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| I’m so Screwed up nigga say I talk slow
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| I say I listen fast when you niggas talk doe
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| And nah, I can’t touch if the shit is not dro
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| If the drink is not purple, and the bitches no -whoa-
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| Dark blue Regal, or a Screw Blue Impala
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| Helpin' everybody, that’s what he used to with this dollars
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| No collars, just t-shirts and Dickies
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| Even though he had a lot to do
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| He was never too busy to come and get me
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| I’m really Screwed Up Click, Robert Earl Davis put me in
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| Not a friend of a friend of a friend, of a friend
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| I can see him spinnin' records in Heaven in all white
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| Like he used to do on 22−34 all night
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| Niggas I feel that’s talkin' shit
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| Niggas I feel that’s ridin' dick
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| Talkin' down on the Screwed Up Click
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| They must don’t know who they fuckin' wit'
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| 5-Star General of the S.U.C
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| Want my clique, gotta go through me
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| Go through Key, and Mike. |
| D
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| Then you gotta go through Big Pokey
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| Who you know a nigga hard as me?
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| Who you nigga know is smart as me?
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| Niggas wanna know how hard is he
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| I’m hard as the Baltimore Raven’s D
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| Betcha ain’t see, like a real
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| Hardest nigga I feel, with no deal
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| Plowin' through niggas like a snowmobile
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| And I make beats that the real can feel |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Legendary DJ Screw , by - Bun B. Song from the album Trill O.G. "The Epilogue", in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп