Screwed Up Click (S.U.C.)

Screwed Up Click (S.U.C.) - Holla At Son lyrics

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(feat. H.A.W.K., Big Pokey, Mike D)



[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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