Hook


She told the DJ pardon me, I need some Swishahouse


Color Changin' Click and, Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life


(In my life, in my life, in my life) weeell


A Slow Loud And Bangin' c.d., some Screwed Up Click and


A little Sucka Free, cause that's what I need in my life


Yes it is, weell weell

Chamillionaire


She say she listens to my music, but she can't get into it


She don't like it regular speed, she like it when they screw it


What I'm fin to do is, call Ron and Watts on my phone


Tell em slow it down, so the ladies can get they grind on


Yellow red or brown tone, call me when your guy's gone


If you gotta shake that lick, them haters get they diet on


She's the type rich men, will give money for some action


Said she's light skinned and, and she'll strip for Andrew Jacksons


Gets excited when, she be jamming them F Actions


Turn the lights off then, and if you wanna get your grind on


Just go pick up that phone, then just get your dial on


Call me up I'll come over, and help you turn your smile on

Hook

Chamillionaire


She's calling me, on my phone


Telling me she's feeling freaky, her body's in need of me


Hopping in on my 4's, grabbing my


Chopped and screwed c.d., and my grey TAPE


Y'all know, playas get chose


Color Changin' Click c.d., Michael Watts, OG Ron C


Even your neighbors knew, just what I came to do


They seen the navy blue, choking on things of two


They know it ain't your boo, they heard us banging Screw


Making the headboard bang, while I'm banging you


Giving you a work out, like a trainer


Hit it then I flip you over, to change the view


My sex is a weapon, that's aimed at you


Finish and reload, just like a gangbanger do


You little angel you, that's what your friends think


Cause they didn't see you, sipping on that red drink


Getting drunk, while I hit it on the sink


In the kitchen and I'm switching, I can hit it till the bed sink


You can lock the lock, I'm fin to rock the twat


I'm fin to give your friends, something new to talk about


Fin to give it to you shorty, you gon feel it in your body


Everytime Ron and Michael Watts, chop a spot


I ain't forgot about, the true DJ Screw


Cause if it wasn't for Screw, wouldn't be nothing to do


No claiming red, no claiming blue


It wouldn't be nothing to bang, while I'm banging you, jeah

Hook

talking


She said Koopa, I know you be checking these niggaz


But can the ladies get a lil' love, yeah

Chamillionaire


I don't discriminate the race, pretty face pretty shape


Shaped like figure eight, she can get a little steak


We can end a date, like a episode of Ricki Lake


Call a couple of your friends, they could participate


Get on my three way, now what is the delay


I pull out the video cam, and show you the replay


I screw you real slow, like a HTown DJ


We could jam Bun B, and that U to the G.K


And a little Sucka Free, ain't enough for me


Big MOE, gotta give me the whole S.U.C., they'll screw it


Money over B.I. to the TH to the ES


In the streets shake the peace, everybody respect the streets


Everybody'll shine, from the neck and teeth


Gotta give me the S.P.C., Trae and Dougie D


Free that nigga ZRo and that Pimp C, cause thay'll screw it


Girl I got you wet, girl I'll kiss your neck


And I know that the sex, sure to make you sweat


I show respect, to the Swisha vets


And the Screwed Up Click G's, get respect


Lil' O and CNO to the E, 'Face and Willie D


Big Pokey, Flip and E.S.G., they'll screw it

talking


Yeah, slow jam ain't a slow jam


Unless it's a screw jam


Can't listen to it, no other way


Gotta be screwed up


DJ Screw, rest in peace

Mix Tape Messiah