Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do You Luv It (Screwed) , by - H.A.W.K.Release date: 08.03.2005
Song language: English
Do You Luv It (Screwed) |
| Nextel phones, and twinkie inches of chrome |
| Million dollar homes, and players’ll still moan |
| Got the game mapped out, and Rolexes and platinum necklace |
| Benz and Lexus, represent Houston Texas do you love it |
| The game done changed, it’s stangs we bring |
| Five S. Cardige ring, connected with gangs |
| Real range on death defying leapords, niggas ain’t soft |
| Rougher than raw, shop on the Internet fuck the mall |
| 9−9 L-Dog, top released for sixty G’s |
| Wreck streets, D-Gotti the owner for what you see |
| It’s what it be, it’s under the bomb concedes me |
| Man tone large land, and pool and concrete |
| Running, from Federal agents with surveillance taping |
| Five star rate, seven figga mail we making |
| For granted we taking, but when we smash it’s over |
| Niggas pulling out new Vipers, and stretch Range Rovers |
| Syruped out or sober, I’m intellectually thoed |
| Pimp pens on futon, off in my Gucci robe |
| And all praises to my Pa with his high, cause ballers designed |
| To hop off in my shoes, cause I’m thoed and on fire on my |
| On roam, connected with cell phones |
| Million dollar homes, parvay with marble stones |
| Caddy Fleet wood bromes, platinum Rolex with ice |
| Foreigns off the lot, without checking the price |
| To be precise boppers want when they hear, the Jag horn |
| Creased up in Ralph Lauren, or dobbed out in Phat Farm |
| Princess cut Clover charm, got my rocks on glare |
| So extroadinare, it make you stop and stare |
| Don’t dare to compare, your knots to big shots |
| That cruise on big yachts, protected like Ft. |
| Knox |
| V-12 dubbed out, 20 inches I pulled out |
| Chopping and knocking, these niggas up off the block |
| On dots tops dropped, hogging flossing on chrome |
| Low-Pro's Perellis on my celly, dogging the zone |
| Holding my own playa, on top the Astro-dome |
| Frequencies get cloned, while I’m getting my mail on on my |
| Of course, I’m in convertible Porshe |
| Race horse golf course, front page of the Source |
| Text for intercourse, with the beautiful ladies |
| 600 Mercedes, everything’s all gravy |
| Do you feel me baby, Benz 2 triple 0 |
| Steering wheel mo-mo, on twinkie Lorenzos |
| Screens glow, as they fall from the ceiling |
| Say oooh what I’m feeling, when you’re playing with millions |
| Hoes stalk me, from Texas to Milwaukee |
| My minutes’ll cost me, so hit me via walkie-talkie |
| Alast it’s iceless, cause my jewelry’s so priceless |
| One look and you’re hooked, and I’ll leave you sightless |
| Accumulate dividends, with my ball-point pen |
| Vocabulary extraordinary, sometimes hard to comprehend |
| Lenden is what I wear, devinare soft my fair |
| I’m known everywhere, as a seven figga playa on my |