Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diggin Da South (Screwed), artist - HÄWK. Album song Hawk (Slowed & Chopped), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2003
Record label: Dead End
Song language: English
Diggin Da South (Screwed) |
Southside, yeah, it’s going down |
Bout to turn it out, H-A dub K |
Z-Ro The Crooked, it’s going down |
Man hold up it’s going down |
We gon rock the house |
Got everybody digging the south |
Got everybody digging the south |
Them boys from the S.U.C., bout to turn it out |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Now I heard all my people say |
Bounce, rock, roller skate |
I scrape my tail gate, with a 6−4 pancake |
On 2−88, and I’m headed to the Lou' |
My fragrance is juice, and my tape deck is Snoop |
Roof, up-side your head |
If you trying to take mine, you get filled with lead |
You dead, but I remain on the creep |
Sideways down the street, woofers pounding my seat |
So I creep, and keep it on the down low |
Me and my nigga Z-Ro, remain in Cognito |
The beat go boom, when we enter the room |
The smell of marijuana, mixed with perfume |
It’s going down, and you know it’s going down |
Got everybody digging this southern sound |
Pound for pound we the best, we can pass any test |
And the lyrics that we spit, will give you cardiac arrest |
Man hold up it’s going down |
We gon rock the house |
Got everybody digging the south |
Got everybody digging the south |
Them boys from the S.U.C., bout to turn it out |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Now I heard all my people say |
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' |
It’s the H-A-W-K, and the fella they call Ro |
Screwed Up Click representers, getting bent like a corner |
Taking up all four lanes, when we swang it’s a G thang |
Loving this life, loving this game, dominating the industry |
With raw rap, and everybody love it man |
Ain’t nobody ripping like the S.U.C |
If you run up with that nigga, I’m gon set you free |
It’s a gangsta party, and ain’t no haters allowed |
Nothing but pimps and playas, and plenty women going down |
Man hold up, let me roll up something sticky |
Full of them pills leaning, my people gotta come and get me |
Stuck, but never lose composer |
Military minded, I’m a Southside soldier |
Benjamin Frank' folder, I done shocked the south |
Prepare yourself for the Screwed Up, we rock the house |
Man hold up it’s going down |
We gon rock the house |
Got everybody digging the south |
Got everybody digging the south |
Them boys from the S.U.C., bout to turn it out |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Now I heard all my people say |
Girl drop it, Southside is body rocking |
To the beat, you can’t stop it |
Me and Ro making profit, niggas trying to baller block it |
But how the hell, can you knock it |
Get down on it, sit down on it |
Southside soldiers, annihilating opponents |
We want it, I mean a platinum plack |
The Cadillacs, the highs with the pool in the back |
Give me all of that, plus a little bit more |
And I’m sure fa sho, you gon love our flow |
We’ll steal the show, and have the crowd in a rage |
And have every lady trying, to get a pass backstage |
We represent third coast, not to brag or boast |
We eat up like toast, and burn tracks like toast |
Respect to the utmost, cause we rough and rugged |
And that bullshit you spitting, just ain’t gon cut it |
Man hold up it’s going down |
We gon rock the house |
Got everybody digging the south |
Got everybody digging the south |
Them boys from the S.U.C., bout to turn it out |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Now I heard all my people say |
Man hold up it’s going down |
We gon rock the house |
Got everybody digging the south |
Got everybody digging the south |
Them boys from the S.U.C., bout to turn it out |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Make everybody scream and shout |
Now I heard all my people say |