(feat. H.A.W.K., Mike D, Lil' O)



[talking]

Nigga S.U.C., you already know nigga

In the motherfucking South, you don't gotta ask

What we listen to nigga, for real



[Hook x2]

Bitch we jam Screw, bitch we jam Screw

Bitch we jam Screw, bitch we jam Screw

Ay them Texas boys, bitch we jam Screw

Ay the whole fucking South, bitch we jam Screw



[Lil' O]

Niggaz always wanna ask, why my mug on mean

Why my pockets so right, and a thug so clean

I tell 'em bitch I'm from the H, the city of coedine

And ain't nothing bout me friendly, when I hog the scene

And you already know how I do, top down jamming Screw

Rolling on 84's, candy red what it do

Hit the parking lot, swanging banging nigga fuck the boos

With my nigga Mike D, I told him to po' up a deuce

Fuck it po' eight, this is Lone Star State

Where we got the cheap prices, nigga home of the weight

And I'm a stand-up nigga, I won't fold like a cake

I hop out with so much iron, that my shoulders'll break

And get to busting at you hoes, nigga this is the real

Southwest Houston Tex, nigga land of the trill

I'm kinda like James Bond, with a license to kill

I put a nigga ass yo sleep, like he swallowed some pills



[Hook x2]



[Mike D]

I'ma tell a nigga, watch his mouth one time

Give me fifty feet like O say, and respect my mind

Next motion, gon be reaching for my plastic glock nine

It's hot down in Texas, and it's my summer to shine

Coming down, like a hard dick in your chick

Fresh off the banana boat, with a bag full of bricks

You know your boy out here, really living that mob life

Corleone, that laid back Godfather type

Wouldn't rat on my niggaz, if they was off'ing life

So if you thinking bout telling, then it's off with his life

I'm trying to squash that 0-6 Benz, with that new body homie

Brand new H.K., with no bodies on it

You wanna play nigga, I put a few bodies on it

Boss Hogg S.U.C., y'all know it homie

Fifteen gang years, no average cat out here eating

You was a baby, when I was running the streets say

You don't know bout crack and cars, allies in that 3rd Ward

Screw cop it white horse, on that verse 3 N' The Morn'

Yeah, when Screw tapes was still fast

It's history behind my cash, get up on your bitch ass

Screw made me who I am, never could deny that

It's Southside Houston Texas, is where we ride at



[talking]

Jamming Screw nigga, doing what we do

You feel that nigga, come on

Bitch we jam Screw, bitch we jam Screw

Bitch we jam Screw, bitch we jam Screw

And I'm from H-Town, I'm from H-Town

I'm from H-Town, I'm from H-Town Texas



[H.A.W.K.]

Yeah we jam Screw, we don't jam you

And by the way nigga, we got them grams too

See I'm a damn fool, that'll body slam you

Wam-bam fool, cause nigga that's what fam' do

See I'm a Screw Head, and I'm Screw bread

It ain't Chopped & Screwed, nigga Screw dead

It ain't Screwed nigga, you ain't that dude nigga

Call it Slowed & Chopped, don't start a feud nigga

Cause down in H-Town, we got a different sound

And we ain't banging your shit, unless it's slowed down

I'm in my low now, so I'ma drop the top

Turn it up a notch, and bang Screw down the block

R.B. nigga, he made me nigga

I'm S.U.C. nigga, till I D-I-E nigga

Wish you could see nigga, how we keep it true

We from Texas nigga, and we jam Screw bitch



[talking]

Bout to take this bitch over nigga, (S.U.C.)

Screwed Up Click, it means suck my dick nigga (suck it)