Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Somebody Say Oh Yea (Screwed), artist - H.A.W.K.Date of issue: 08.03.2005
Song language: English
Somebody Say Oh Yea (Screwed) |
| Coming down on a song, I couldn’t refuse |
| I’m with the Jam Down Don, Botany Boy boss |
| Put a fo’in the room, we gon break boys off |
| Wide body Denali, I’m riding Y2 grey |
| Tell the FED’s I ain’t scared, I’m down with the D.E.A. |
| E.S.G. and Big H.A.W.K., got boys under our wings |
| I’m about to let 'em up, Lamborgini with screens |
| What you mean you can’t dance, to the Screwed Up Click |
| Make the world boom-boom, tap-tap to it Through the do-do, man here come the pro-pro |
| Freestyle King, and I’m so damn throwed though |
| Wrist fully froze, with the princess cuts |
| So much ice on my piece, look like a cooled cup |
| Man hold up, haters in a trance |
| Southside crunk, pop your trunk and make it dance huh |
| It’s fa sho, we step in the do’motivated |
| My click iced out, prepare to be faded |
| My watch my wrist, my neck so crushing |
| We hit the dance flo', and bitches start rushing |
| Get your shake on, what you waiting on what you got |
| Do that thang, work that thang you’re hot |
| Oh yeah you looking good, but I just might pass |
| Cause you ain’t working hard enough, put some bounce in that ass |
| You want some cash, wrong nigga wrong time |
| Girl you way out of line, I’m for real bout mine |
| Now do that strut, shake that butt what |
| Since you walked up in the club, you been backing it up Here we go, she back on the flo’touching her toe |
| The first to let her know, that I don’t love no hoe |
| And the party don’t start, right after mic check |
| All the people gon dance, when Screw wreck the deck what |
| (*DJ Screw scratching*) |
| I can make you dance, bust the seam if your pants |
| Make you shake it so hard, you need a ambulance |
| Put boys in a trance, cause the three point stance |
| Have you screaming like Biggie, give me one more chance |
| Biting mics like hands, and Paris Bueller in France |
| Now I’ll blind you with my piece, with the slightest glance |
| My game is advanced, with my Screwed Up style |
| Make you back that ass up, like Juvenile |
| Crushed ice in my smile, live a lavish lifestyle |
| And my freestyle, makes me so versatile |
| On my feet crocodile, keep a low profile |
| And one night with me, I’ll make it worth your while |
| I’m the golden child, call me H-A-W-K |
| And making money, is my authority |
| Year Y2K, now my stocks done grew |
| And we can make you dance, when you jamming Screw |
| (*DJ Screw scratching*) |
| Baby I can make you dance, here’s your chance don’t miss it Bezeltines fancy things, pinky rings kiss it Bentley with automatic stuff, we playa bout |
| We making hoes get under our wings, like Big H.A.W.K. |
| C-Note on top the charts, Big Shots off the heezy |
| I’m quick to wreck shop on them bops, like E.S.Geezy |
| For sheezy, man we making cash forever |
| My drop got the glass, with the grilling leather |
| However, we represent for the South |
| Plenty diamonds on my hand, plenty diamonds in my mouth |
| We pull up at Mega Meg, platinum over grey |
| I can make the drop dance, you can make that ass shake |
| Don’t hate, baby girl I’ma keep it real |
| C-Note without his grill, like a fish with no gill |
| Just another platinum, from the Screwed Up Click |
| Me, Big H.A.W.K., and E and Ke’we dropping platinum shit |
| (*DJ Screw scratching*) |