(feat. Fat Pat, Mr. 3-2)


[Hook x4: Fat Pat]

I'm so, thoed in the game

Southside Playaz, Screwed Up Click mayn (love it mayn)


[Billy Cook:]

Billy Cook, you know I'm a superstar

Riding foreign car, so fine don't bar

Mo City Texas, messing with the 3-2

BMG 1965, swanging hoo-doo

Who you talking down, on the Screwed Up Click

Keeping cash in the pocket, from pimping a bad bitch

It's the legend, and I'm throwed in the game

Popping my trunk, but man I won't change

Now niggaz owe me bread, and I'm getting fed up

I'm about to pull my pistol, leave a nigga edge up

Bitch be stinking, laying dead in a coffin

I'm a grown ass man, and I stay big bossing


[Hook x4]


[Mr. 3-2:]

Big Boss, it's the Gov of the click

I'm a Southside Playa, and I don't love no bitch

Got rich lost it all, then I came back up

Riding Harley Dav' truck, bad bitches eat nuts

I flow top notch, break a bitch pocket

In a 6-4, on swangers watch I hop it

Girls bopping, ery'where I go

Ten thousand for a verse, fifty thousand for a show

I know how it is, so I grind all night

Blowing on top flight, pimping all through the night

I might just, knock off the Maybach

A nigga sitting fat, off cocaine and stracks

In a Lac sprayed red, system fin to knock

Never gon bop, and I beat's up the cot

G.D. motherfucker, and it's Screwed Up Click

I'm a Southside Playa, Mr. 3-2 bitch


[Hook x4]


[Billy Cook:]

Man I'm so cold, man I'm so thoed

Throwed in the game, grip-gripping wood grain

Lane to lane, leaving platinum stains

Banging my Screw, hollin' what it do mayn

Swanging swanging, swang to the left

Pop my trunk, and yep-yep (love it mayn)

Southside holding, 24's I'm rolling

Slow Loud And Bangin', big faces

Man I'm so rich, man I'm the truth

Man I'm the shit, I know you smell me too

My nigga I keep's it real, trill at all times

If a hater get out of line I bring his ass, set this motherfucker off in this game


[Hook x2]


[Billy Cook:]

Swanging swanging, swang to the left

Pop my trunk, and yep-yep (love it mayn)


[Hook x4]