Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Teflon (Screwed), artist - Lil Keke. Album song Teflon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.08.2005
Record label: Seven 13
Song language: English
Teflon (Screwed) |
Ya know, we gon start this thang off like this here man |
There’s a lot of talking out here, I’ve been rapping a long time man |
That’s right H-Town my city, Houston Texas |
Y’all make me stand proud for the name, that I’m the Young Don |
This year I’m changing my name, 0−5/0−6 put Houston on my back |
Letting everybody know, I’m standing up for the city |
It ain’t done without me, the Teflon Don |
I’m a go-getter, that means I get it and go |
Let me do a underground, let me rock me a show |
Let me write a 16, pick a thoed ass beat |
Bout to jot down some heat, and then smother the street |
But at 18, I was getting it by the gram |
My daddy told me, even a trash can get a ham |
Grinding and scratching, doubling and matching |
Betting with big chips so, who wants some action |
Hustlers, gangstas, cut throats and killers |
Felons, rapists, ex-cons and dealers |
I serve up pshycos, white hoes and vatos |
You put it in your pipe, lace your vein or your nose |
8100 block, it’a well known crack spot |
Rocks in the socks, when you punks play hop-scotch |
Betting rapping getting mine’s, since the game begin |
Icon, C.M.G. |
and we playing to win |
Niggas feel my pain, niggas feel my thrust |
If they push me to the edge, I’ll be forced to bust |
They can shoot they can fire, but I will not run |
Cause my name is Don Ke, my game is teflon |
Capital T-E-F-L-O-N, I sin |
I’m a grown ass man, this is now that was then |
Raised in the streets, where the vaulters prey |
I’ll confess all my sins, when it’s judgment day |
Got a click of killer niggas, that be itching to click |
Got a black .45, if they keep riding my dick |
I can throw up right now, cause my game is sick |
And my music got more chops, than a Bruce Lee flick |
I’m the Teflon Don, like I’m Gotti and shit |
And my lyrics mob-style, let my pen do a hit |
My niggas be in the Penn, screaming blast for me |
I can make a whole brick, with a half a ki |
Niggas hating everyday, it don’t make no sense |
But if it don’t make dollars, it don’t make no cents |
So it’s money by the ton, for the fam and the son |
And don’t forget the young Don, is so teflon |
(*talking*) |
C.M.G. |
is definitely in the building mayn |
You know I’m tal’n bout, Custom Made Gangstaz mayn |
You got to be born like this here |
I’m talking to all my G’s, on the block man |
That’s packing them thangs, banging hard you know I’m tal’n bout |
Cut this shit up mayn |