Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Screw Did That Lyrics

f/ Al-D

 

 (*talking*)

 This for all the DJ A, B, C, D's, wanna be motherfuckers

 Whoever you is, my nigga DJ Screw created this style

 It's here to stay, you with the ?

 You gon respect my nigga Screw

 

 [Chorus]

 What the fuck y'all niggas talking bout

 Screw did that

 You can chop it but respect the fact

 Screw did that

 Who put this game or flag on the map

 Screw did that

 What, Screw did that, man Screw did that

 Who slowed you records down, and made the style

 Screw did that

 Longest rappers up bout freestyle

 Screw did that

 Now they sipping syrup worldwide

 Screw did that

 Tip your motherfucking hats nigga

 Screw did that

 

 [Al-D]

 What the fuck y'all niggas talking bout, time for me to break it down

 At home sucking your mama titty, when I was running the underground

 I been here, done this, now you hoes got me pissed

 Fucking over my homie name, over one funky ass minute of fame

 If you true to the game act like it then, show some respect

 Y'all niggas bore me, show some kind of motherfucking loyalty

 DJ Screw the king of the chop, yeah king of the chop

 He the reason now, a lot of these motherfuckers hot

 But they ain't hollin' at mama and papa Screw, like they supposed to

 Don't forget, don't nobody own shit but those two

 That go for friends and foes too, bitches and hoes too

 Don't stand there with your mouth wide open nigga, do what you do

 Sentimental value, the only authentic original Screw

 We keeping the dream alive, and paying the family too

 Mama Screw told me, you got my permission to spill the gases

 And when you scream, scream loud, to set fire under they asses

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Who went from Jimmy Jam to worldwide, Screw did that

 Took me from nothing and made me something, you did that

 I owe it all to you my nigga, for helping me rise

 I thought you would get old with me, why the fuck you have to die

 Everybody S.U.C. now, Screw done chopped by who

 Probably never met the man, deserve the ghetto are you rich

 Bitch nigga you get, out of dodge fast

 5,000 watts of skills, 5,000 pounds of trans

 Watch what you say in the magazines, ole fat ass nigga

 Steady nibbling off my niggas cheese, ole rat ass nigga

 I call it like I see it, and I can't be nothing but real

 I guess they can't originate, so they do nothing but steal

 I'm sick and I'm tired, I'm not gon let it ride no mo'

 Better skip town, cause in Houston you hoes can't hide no mo'

 My partna Robert Earl Davis, was a man out of music

 But the world kicking so much they bitch made, bold niggas be trying to do it

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Al-D]

 He slowed the records down and made the style, now everybody on dick

 Michael "5000" Watts in Murda Dog talkin bout, he elevated this shit

 Screw's number one, always will be

 You got the game from him, the style was named after him

 One thing he promised, is that the world was gon be all screwed up

 I was on a first Screw tape to hit the market, all screwed up

 Yeah its hard to think, when yo mind go blank

 Don't believe it, run yo ass in the paint

 See when that Keke pimping pens, we all was making paper

 Drank up and dripped out, while they got high with the Blanksta

 All I wanna do is remember the good times

 Botany Boyz, and still, the block that stayed crunk at all times

 Al-D and Z-Ro, and the S.U.C. is still in effect

 Screw you rest in peace, and they still on yo motherfucking dick

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Candy, Juve and all of matter of fact, Screw blew it

 Touching nothing but real tracks, cause no jamming no doo-doo

 But fuck the milli, that was my man

 When I was slipping, he would reach out, to take my hand

 Cause it was nothing but love for my nigga, nigga had love for me

 So disrespect him, and its gonna be some slugs to see

 Cause we the Screwed Up Click, down South we the shit

 Body rocking like this, with Mama Screw up in the mix

 

 (*talking*)

 S.U.C., let's keep the dream alive man

 Original members, extended members

 Everybody stand taller

 

 [Chorus]