Screwed Up Click (S.L.A.B.ED)

歌詞

[Verse 1: Trae] I'm 'about to square it off, everybody better stay in they homes 'Cause when I spit, I'm representin' I'm protected by chrome My old G Hump done told me Trae it's 'about that time to explode So everybody in my way better get the fuck off the road I'm on the rampage & there ain't gon' be no coolin' me off Until I put it through a nigga disrespectin' the south I'm a Gorilla out the click & ain't no tamin' me Plus they got me heated 'cause niggas ain't who they claim to be But still they claim to be the S.U.C. & I ain't feelin' that H-A Dub show me the sign so I can bring they hat & lay them flat Across the concrete & that'll show them what the business is Hit them with the hook & that'll show them what my feelings is Copycats get a tat 'fore the mack in the Lac Never slackin' on the back of the track, I'm a fool that's a fact Then again I ain't havin' that when it comes to flowin' I'm sick Bitch, give me 50 feet & hop the fuck off of my dick. [Chorus: H.A.W.K.] [x2] All chumps get squashed by the Screwed Up Click Certified gangstas ain't takin' no shit Got everybody tryin' to steal our shit Now give us 50 feet & get the fuck off our dick. [Verse 2: H.A.W.K.] Now give us 50 feet & get the fuck off our dick You punk bitch, you criss switchas steal our shit I'm a come down, I'm a come through We came down & through since 1992 I'm a protege of Screw, one of the hardest ones Put you on a cavilary & a dangerous tongue I'm the mouthpiece of the Southeast, on weak niggas high feast Back back, give me 50 feet, or I shall reach your piece Better stay out of my reach & stop stealin' my lines Niggas singin' my songs like old school nursery rhymes Y'all niggas far behind, I can see you in my rear view I can spit a punch line & smash your whole crew Y'all boys is boo-boo & y'all boys is so through That shit y'all do make a nigga boo-boo I drive these niggas cuckoo, really ricka voodoo Representin' Screw-zoo like Lil' Flip & Bahdoo. [Chorus: H.A.W.K.] [x2] All chumps get squashed by the Screwed Up Click Certified gangstas ain't takin' no shit Got everybody tryin' to steal our shit Now give us 50 feet & get the fuck off our dick. [Verse 3: Mr. 3-2] Now boys wanna be me, walk in my shoes They don't fit, sound like the big boss of the Screwed Up Click I'm dick, there ain't but one Mr. 3-2 Player ass nigga that always stay true. Who is you? Who is that tellin' lies on the mic? Better get your game together can't come up overnight I'm a write, get mine, puttin' it in a stash Once you have the last laugh with a whole lot of cash Street game roll something dependin' one deep Grindin' it out but muthafuckers feel deceived 50 feet ain't enough, I need a little more space Take over, monopolize All up in your face H-A dub & my nigga Lil' Trae Ready for pistol play anytime, anyday Okay, it ain't a game all chumps get squashed By the Screwed Up Click & Mr. ... Big Boss. [Chorus: H.A.W.K.] [x2] All chumps get squashed by the Screwed Up Click Certified gangstas ain't takin' no shit Got everybody tryin' to steal our shit Now give us 50 feet & get the fuck off our dick.