Tekster:
Screw Heads Still Bangin Screw

real hey [Lil Flip] You know me, I ride with my trunk raised up Boy I'm riding dubs, you better put them blaze up I'm banging Screw, four 15's kick harder

a couple of screws loose in my brain Besides that, ain't nothin' changed Look at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still smoke bud You know I still represent

came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo you know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew that boy tha lean and fell on his head we comin through

Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all your dead partnas But shit, I still

ashes to dust We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust If you down for your hood, and you bangin that Screw Put your sets in the sky, cause

us, screw us Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 Bang every MC easily

with thee Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life 'Cause you ran your mouth, mouth We can sing or we can bang

it ain't endo, we call it pine, you see it Down here everybody got gold, you see it Still pimpin' 'cause we all got hoes, you see it Still rich 'cause

in Heaven up in the candy painted ride And I gave Jesus five and I'm still alive Even though I know them haters wish I would die Even in they day dreams, I'ma still