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She told the DJ pardon me, I some Swishahouse
Color Click and, Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life
(In my life, in my life, in my life)
A Slow Loud And Bangin' c.d., some Screwed Up and
A Sucka Free, cause that's what I need in my life
Yes it is, weell

She say she listens to my music, but she get into it
She don't like it regular speed, she it when they screw it
What I'm fin to do is, call Ron and Watts on my
Tell em slow it down, so the can get they grind on
Yellow red or brown tone, call me your guy's gone
If you gotta shake that lick, them haters get they on
She's the type rich men, give money for some action
Said she's light skinned and, and she'll strip for Jacksons
excited when, she be jamming them F Actions
Turn the lights off then, and if you get your grind on
Just go up that phone, then just get your dial on
Call me up I'll come over, and help you turn your on

She's calling me, on my
Telling me she's freaky, her body's in need of me
Hopping in on my 4's, my
Chopped and screwed c.d., and my T-A-P-E
know, playas get chose
Color Click c.d., Michael Watts, OG Ron C
Even your knew, just what I came to do
They seen the navy blue, on things of two
They know it ain't your boo, they us banging Screw
Making the bang, while I'm banging you
you a work out, like a trainer
Hit it then I flip you over, to the view
My sex is a weapon, aimed at you
Finish and reload, like a gangbanger do
You little angel you, that's what your friends
Cause they didn't see you, on that red drink
Getting drunk, I hit it on the sink In the kitchen and I'm switching, I can hit it till the bed sink
You can lock the lock, I'm fin to the twat
I'm fin to give friends, something new to talk about
Fin to give it to you shorty, you gon feel it in body
Everytime Ron and Watts, chop a spot
I ain't about, the true DJ Screw
Cause if it for Screw, wouldn't be nothing to do
No claiming red, no blue
It wouldn't be to bang, while I'm banging you, jeah

(*talking*)
She said Koopa, I know you be these niggaz
But can the ladies get a love, yeah

I don't discriminate the race, face pretty shape
Shaped like figure eight, she can get a steak
We can end a date, a episode of Ricki Lake
Call a couple of your friends, could participate
Get on my three way, now is the delay
I pull out the cam, and show you the replay
I screw you slow, like a H-Town DJ
We could jam Bun B, and U to the G.K
And a little Sucka Free, ain't for me
Big M-O-E, give me the whole S.U.C., they'll screw it
over B.I. to the T-H to the E-S
In the streets shake the peace, everybody respect the
Everybody'll shine, the neck and teeth
Gotta me the S.P.C., Trae and Dougie D
Free that nigga Z-Ro and Pimp C, cause thay'll screw it
Girl I got you wet, girl I'll kiss your
And I know that the sex, sure to make you
I show respect, to the vets
And the Screwed Up G's, get respect
Lil' O and C-N-O to the E, 'Face and D
Big Pokey, and E.S.G., they'll screw it

(*talking*)
Yeah, slow jam ain't a jam
Unless it's a jam
Can't to it, no other way
Gotta be up
DJ Screw, rest in

Mix Messiah