Screwed Up Click - Freestyle #2 lyrics

(feat. Lil' Keke, Big Pokey)

[talking:]

Oh, she wanna ride with me

Say Ke, she wanna ride with me

(she wanna ride with me

Bitches wanna ride), uh though she know

Know I'm saying, Young Whodi in this bitch

We gon do this here for Southsi' for li'

[Big Pokey:]

Shorty wanna ride with me, we can get it on

Come up in the Navi, go straight to the Stone

Ride with me, nigga we can hit a block

Know it's going down, and you know I keep my glock

Wanna ride with me, baby I ain't gon trip

Niggaz wanna talk, I'ma what I'ma trip

[Lil' Keke:]

I'ma trip when I enter the do', I'm on fast

Coming down, showing my ass I'm on glass

3's and 4's, and I'm still in my truck though

Niggaz talking down, still freestyling at my shows

I'ma wrecking oh, I still spit

I'm still foreign, I'm still wheel and bumper kit

[Big Pokey:]

And we still getting this here, we took it legit

Who it is, it's the Don and the Pit

And you know we keep it lit, nigga I'm in the kitchen with my wand

Whipping wreckless but come in the Lexus, bitch it's Texas

In this bitch fa sho, we in the do'

We gon break these hoes off on the real, and we in the do'

It's signed and sealed, stamped up nigga move around

Cause this how it go down nigga

[Lil' Keke:]

Ok bitches wanna ride with me, bitches wanna slide with me

I'm on 6-10, I think these bitches getting high with me

I smoke a what big stick, of the 'ghan

It's the Young Don, and I'm still riding on my tan

I'm on butter, I never did stutter

I jump up on the mic, cause I'm a bad motherfucker

Me and Whodi we done the song, the street life

So I'm still coming down, with my pocket knife

And my gun I'm not the one, I got a son

So I make money by the ton, cause I'm the Don

[Big Pokey:]

Gotta get paid, nigga cause it's a swift trade

Hoes on my dick, popping up like a switch blade

Move around hoe, it go down

Keep the ruger nine low, if a nigga trip buck

When I pull up in the truck, on the 24's

I don't give a damn, cause you know this how it go

C.M.G./M.O.B., S.U.C.

Pulling up back to back, SUV

We in them Hummers, it's just like that

And when we pull them Hummers out, hoes think it's Iraq move around bitch

[Lil' Keke:]

It's Mobstyle, and you know we ride on them wankstas

C.M.G., that's them Custom Made Gangstas

I represent for my block, the Wood

And you know it's all good, take it back to the hood

If these niggaz talking down, I bust em in they face

I wouldn't give a damn, I keep the glock on my waist

I place em on the ground, it be under place

It's the Young Don, bout to give a nigga taste