Текст песни Z-Ro f Grace - Screwed Up
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[Z-Ro]Screwed Up Click killas these niggas don`t want noneWhen I be coming down and gripping, on my gunFinger, on the trigger, every-body ducking And running, from the scene cause Z-Ro done start bustingNo Longer, serving fiends, I`m serving the drug dealersAffiliated with killers and multiple blood spillersA nigga from out the 4, you know I, don`t sleepIf a nigga don`t work then a nigga, don`t eatSo a nigga is gone hustle, a nigga is gone grindWatch a young nigga shine, bitch this world is mineI wanted to ball in the mix, I turned my crumbs into brickOut of town, dump u-haulers turning east bigga niggas in and outWith one callers, we shot callers, and ballas and 20 inch blade crawlersBig body, tinted up, Mazzaratti ImpalaWe prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on meanIt use to be sipping fours but now it`s jugs of that codeineQuarter pines be puffing but it ain`t nothing but grassNow how you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dashAll this starch on my ass, and all this money in my stashAnd how you love the way your hoes get all this dick in they assWe Screwed Up entertainers, hoe ass nigga restrainersAssembly line in the kitchen pickens in proper containersWe real niggas, not ill niggas, polos rap more than HilfigersWe in this rap game to get mill niggas, running up on us you get killed niggas[Chorus - 2x]Money making we gone ball baby, we coming downWe some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the riseScrewed Up Click`d never fall baby, we coming downWe some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise[Grace]Staying crunk, blazing blunts, jamming Z-Ro funkKeep mind on money working my hundred got these boys popping trunksScrewed Up baller in the mix, trying to turn these crumbs into some bricksSideways on switches we gone sip, drinking on drink and smoking dipLiving my life in slow motion, riding high sipping potionBring wet on fly like the ocean, got a Screwed Up playa just coastingWith mind at ease blowing trees, stacking g`s, swanging threesWe coming down watch us clown in these H-Town streetsPopped up and shining and blind you, fifth wheels reclining they mindingIt`s about that time Screwed Up take over, wrecking boys skills in rhymingSix figga niggas and drug dealers pimping pens for our scrillaSipping drink and smoking killer, the coast, fly figgasPad blessed and chopped records Screwed Up, Houston TexasWe coming down, looking good gripping wood like some veteransMoney making Screwed Up baller blade crawling, shot callingMade living missing Christmas stacking ends never falling[Chorus - 2x](talking)Shit, Screwed Up Click on the rise babyBig Jett hollering at all my partnas, youknowI`msayingWave that shit for your hood[Z-Ro]We gone ball till we fallknocking down Fassacci at the mallEverytime I sip my cup gone stand tallgot a wide ass phone when I make my callWhite folks be tripping on salary capthat`s why your Prime Co. phone tappedStudied the dope game for the rapnow cause of my skin I travel the mapFrom stage to stage to stage to stagemaking a loot with a loose leaf pageI got on my knees and I say my praiseand repent everytime I misbehaveYou want to get me for my richesbetter mind your bidness, I minded for youFuck around and touch your brain I ballwith a mug Z-Ro gone shine for youI call the shot, cause I cop the clockeverytime it get hot I drop the top, or Bunny hop up out the cream of the cropsmash on the gas and never stop for copsBall till I fall, that`s what I`m gone doscreen in my phone screaming who you doI bleed the block with a hand full of rocks nowI got a cassette and as long as youTalk about the fame, bout the struggletalk about how long it took a nigga to bubbleSince I call the shots I don`t call them offhoes flock around me like a first time huddleDon`t have to kiss, I don`t have to fuckI just pull out my dick bitch you could suckOr ball till I fall, and if I ever fall downI`ma rescore and bounce right back up[Chorus - 2x]