Screwed Up Click Holla At Son lyrics

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Holla At Son by Screwed Up Click Holla At Son lyrics [talking] S.U.C. (S.U.C.), Crock Bull ha-ha Big dogs out baby, Screwed Up Click H-A-dub-K, Pokey-Sensei [H.A.W.K.] Passing by haters, in my brand new Crentley That's the new Chrysler, the kind with the Hemi Concealed weapons license, so I'm riding with the semi And if a nigga try me, the clip I'ma empty I'm on 22's, so I'm tipping so gently Like Slim Thug, when he's tipping in a Bentley I'm pulling all the hoes, like Ashton pulled Demi It's my time to shine, worked hard for every penny Still hated by few, and loved by many Cause when a nigga shine, there's always envy Always jealousy, always a hater And there's always a nigga, that's not bout his paper One of them niggaz, in jail they'll rape ya But I'm one of them, that'll put shells in your tanker Plus a nigga aim, is sharp as a razor If a nigga miss one, then the second one'll break ya I'm Ali, and you're Joe Frazier I'll jab you with the right, and let the left hook blaze ya Two-way pager, Motorola cell phone And I can get diplomatic, like that boy Jim Jones Better fire wide set, and I'm sitting in a zone I'ma pick your ass off, hit a block and I'm gone Jigga told you, not to throw rocks at the throne Or you gon get sprayed, like a bottle of cologne I'm in a truck that's two tone, with two yellow bones With raging hormones, that wanna get it on It's the end of this song, so I'ma gon get it on And fuck these two hoes, then send they ass home H-A-dub-K the thoedest one, the coldest one so holla at son H-A-dub-K ain't no dispute, that in the booth the boy's the truth [Big Pokey] See I'm a big deal, sleep a nigga like his fifth pill Clips drop a nigga, like a fifth wheel My skills pay the bills, dog I gotta get it on Nigga trying to turn a fifty pack, into fifty zones Niggaz hustle, but guerillas got it in they bones Real niggaz set the tone, bitch niggaz let it 'lone Some of these niggaz raps, ain't matching they resumes It's all me right now, my nigga just let it play Screwed Up Click nigga, and we coming from every way M.O.B. Style, and we coming with heavy yay All night every day, nigga gotta be about it All these niggaz sleeping, they can't do nothing but dream about it Niggaz know I flip my crack, win when I whip my crack A little on the corner, make it grow like a triple stack I keep my distance, cause I know how these niggaz act Niggaz slick hammer clap, when I pull the trigga back You don't work you don't eat, that's why a nigga fat In between these concrete curbs, that's where I get it at Soft niggaz get fucked, with no jimmy hat Soon they find out we playing this game, y'all give me that I ain't talking, bout Spondalay I mean come up off it right now, ondalay mo'fucker [Hook x2] Y'all talk it how I live it, been there and done did it Let God be my witness, I'm bout to go get it Coming for you cats, who was yelling out fuck a nigga When the K beam buck, yeah you stuck nigga [Mike D] Boss Hogg Corleone, that's me Boss Hogg Corleone, that's me Miggity-Miggity-Miggity-Mike D Better than me nigga, try and fight me nigga I ain't gon even much, say yo name I ain't trying to give your bitch ass, no fame But I'ma tell you right now, lil' homie You fucking with the one and only, Boss Hogg Corleone Who that talking down, on Mike D Nigga you must be ready, to fight me You ain't ready, you just a B-G Read my credentials nigga, I'm a O.G. I squash niggaz like you, on the daily I'm fresh out the bing, watch the streets pay me Nigga, you run with a crew Nigga my crew, nigga rolling true What, you don't really want no drama Hell naw, with the black Osama Hollin' Os-alama-legum, when I unload The shotter, nigga you got a problem [Hook x2] [talking] Come on, you really want mo' I don't think so, I'ma come at ya like a hoe Nigga, you pack that lil' 3-80 I run with a crew of niggaz, ready to spray that Uh Semi-Automatics nigga, fuck you nigga When I see ya, you bet not be with that punk shit Tal'n bout uh, uh man they just call me Mike D too You know they just call me Corleone Fuck you nigga, I'm Boss Hogg Corleone Mike D nigga Screwed Up Click, nigga fuck you

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