| Here we go, baby that’s fa sho
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| Uh here we go, yeah
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| Rest In Peace DJ Screw, my nigga F-A-T P-A-T
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| Mafio, you know what I’m saying
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| Some of H-Town's finest
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| We gon show up and po' up, all the way till we blow up
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| Rest In Peace, to the real DJ
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| Chopped & Slowed, you know the click don’t play
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| Rolling down the strip, with the high beams on
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| Let 'em see the Roley, while I’m talking on the phone
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| Things getting better, talking bout the cheddar
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| Riding up on the slab, chromed out fo' letter
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| B-E-N, to the Z
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| The 500 coupe, drove by Lil' Ke
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| Each and every day, I’m trying to get the feddy
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| Thoed in the game, I got’s to stay ready
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| H-Town finest, ice to the flo'
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| Southwest connect, baby that’s fa sho
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| Better get your’s, cause I’ma sho get mine
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| Commission rich nigga, I ain’t hard to find
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| All about the cash, so I mash on the pedal
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| The S.U.C., on a whole 'nother level
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| I say one for the money, two for living layed
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| I’m a real G, that got’s to get paid
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| Hustle grind, that’s all we do
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| Southside for life, jamming nothing but the Screw
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| One for the money, two for living layed
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| All my real G’s, that love to stay paid
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| Hustle grind, do what you do
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| On the Westside, yeah them boys jam Screw
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| Rest In Peace, to my nigga P-A
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| Think about my nigga, every god damn day
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| Back to the pad, gotta make 'em feel that
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| Never leave home, without the chrome plated gat
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| Clocking much do', cashing much green
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| Since day one, we been the freestyle kings
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| Since the start, it been a Screwed Up invention
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| Don’t worry bout shit, I go hard representing
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| My niggas is gone, but guess who holding it down
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| Southside for life, welcome to H-Town
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| The Don is back, yeah the one and only
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| Puffing on doja, for all my dead homies
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| To the ghetto stars, trying to get that thang
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| Stacking chips high, this a hell of a game
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| Never giving up, on the shit I love
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| Smoking doja sipping syrup, that’s the life of a thug
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| Rest In Peace, to a playa for real
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| Independent black owned, with a major deal
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| Avarice and Commission, nothing but addition
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| Leaving out the game, with a bigger position
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| Hustle grind, that’s all we know
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| Show after show, plus we push snow
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| Stuck in the game, so I got’s to win
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| Getting paid all night, then I do it again come on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Houston's Finest (Screwed) , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Birds Fly South (Smoked & Chopped), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп