Screwball
Screwball - Y2k lyrics
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When the smoke clears You know who gon' be there When the smoke clear yo Thats all we got to tell y'all right now Y'all know who gon' be standing there right See it's our destiny to count g's an' a semi-squeeze Shoot the breezevolley how the computers might freeze So im'a store watergunscan foods and keep order We spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughter The struggle savoirgot my temple on the border Lineready to corner you off and get ? ? ?said it Screwballread the creditget your whole team wetted (yo) You dealin with some loose cannons (yo) ready to dead shit I heard the world was over ahit suppose to blow like supernova's (uh huh) Im on the hill high off the realpumpin my ? bolos? (yeah) Prediction told us turn into rollersdon't let the street control us (what Happened) 'cuz when those crackers pull the plug they gonna creeep the holders I send my deacon donorsblack re-belswho kill de-vels And move through cells we rule this hell (screwball) Make it picture pefect cock it back and lay it out Bomb the white house run up in the pentagon and spray it out Chorus: Hey hey heydo all they talk about is y2k (y2kayyy) Hey hey heyload it up and let the tech nine spray (*buck buck buck buck*) Hey hey heydo all they talk about is y2k (y2kayyy) Hey hey heyload it up and let the tech nine spray (*buck buck buck buck*) How many times sour limes and coronas Powerful crimes in americacorna' to corna' What'choo wanna docops huntin you Aimin for the killlayin still Permanent forever chill in heavens field Spreadin doin' dealsmore electric than eels Respectin the realscountin what'choo build ? prepare was heal? journeywith hard times Examine itplaya's have money at random Sittin prettysayin come and get me (first line overlaps last line) Standin infront of the gates of hell Smackin niggaspullin out the gat on niggas Sold crackplus I'm a rappin nigga I got rhymes for daysI got gats that blaze Ready for motherfucking war See this is whatcha'll wantedyou know it got to be me (screw b) Everybody talkin 'bout they whips with the tv I need some of this motherfucking rap money I'm sick of this motherfuckin funny crack money Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggasy'all don't worry me Screw bqbfrom here to eternity (to eternity) Chorus