H-Town-DJ Screw

H-Town - DJ Screw [** feat. Lil Keke:] [Lil Keke:] I'm draped up and dripped out Know what I'm talkin' 'bout Three in the mornin, gettin' the gat out the stash spot Fire up a fat sweet Turnin' on the bulb lights Hand on the wood grain A** on the tight white I'm showin' naked a** in the great state of Texas Home of the playas, so it never be no plexin' So long we've been waitin' Never ever hatin' In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Daytons So 1996 you hoes better duck Because the world gone drip candy and be all Screwed Up Just pop in your grey cassette Turn up your f**kin' deck Lend me your ear because the SOUTHSIDE finna wreck Down here we smoke tree Then let the world see true hidden talent like Screw and Lil Keke Ain't no love for hatas and you bustin dick suckas On the south side we stay paid MuthaF**ka! [Pocket Full of Stones - by UGK is in the background mix] "I got a pocket fulla stones" [DJ Screw:] Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is... [Lil Keke:] It's time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes To all the playas, all the pimps, all the b**ches, and all the hoes Who's the man, who's the boss Who's the ni**a that payed the cost I really don't give a damn cause I ain't the one who gonna take the Loss Grippin a grand up in the slant workin' the wood It's understood, Flippin these fo's and slammin these doors, Pullin' these hoes, and wearing these clothes Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill From hittin' that boulevard "con" belts and buckles, woman and grill I'm poppin that trunk and smokin that skunk and pulling off candy red Sittin on buck, not givin' a f**k and able to turn a head Somethin' serious when I let go cause I got a way with words I'm able to clown when using a noun to take the place of verbs My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes My flow is slow because it's bolted down by DJ Screw Take it from me, the ni**a Lil Ke, the H- The A- the R- and D Menace to society Born and raised to be a G I grabs the "phone" go on and on Two or three songs I won't postpone Cause these lyrics comin' the very top of my dome So many ways it pays If you can flip the script by moving your tongue And take a dose and listen close, promise that you'll be sprung Jackers and hustlers, players and macks Foreign doors and Cadillacs Syrup codine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the sack All these things remain the same because I'm so able to win, All around, just bow down because Lil Keke pimps tha pen