Da Music

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[Intro: 20-2-Life] Come on It's party time y'all Haha [Verse 1: 20-2-Life] Well it's party time, so throw ya hands in the air I don't care what ya do, just respect this playa I feel somethin' bout to happen this year For 20-2-Life and it starts right here So put ya lighters in the air and flick it Now put that swisher in yo mouth and hit it But if you see five-O then stash it And when they gone take a hit and pass it Now put that tape in the tape deck and chill Pick up a ho and watch a porno (Man that's for real) Let's take a walk through the house that black built Or take a ride an my boomin' mothership It's not a dream, so keep yo eyes open And let the door hit yo ass, if you ain't smokin' 'Cause this year, I ain't takin' no shorts Get yo' nicotine patch, I got my own newports Now answer this question, are you down with me? Cool Get yo' Glock and shoot around with me, fool Ain't nothin' changed but the clip like K said Ice mic check the level, kt's in the red [Hook] Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) From the old school Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) That makes me act a fool Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) That makes it so dope Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) That keeps me full of smoke [Verse 2: 20-2-Life] To all my niggas in H-Town, I got half on the dub Like my nigga Blank said "show me some love, yeah" Been in the game two years, tryna get respect From all you females and you roughnecks I pay my dues on the street I creep on Calhoun and, um, my Beneville Got that boom, I'm never hurtin' for nothin' And even if we strugglin', you never know I'm sufferin' I like to chill with that Wreckless Klan And guess what, I'm from Houston, Texas man And 20-2-Life is on the rise And guess what ain't no punk on that size Kill a ho, got the hell of a white blow I knock ya smooth to the floor, really doe I got skills and skills pay the bills But my skills are different, they give yo' ass chills So smoke a blunt and nigga just kick it And if yo bitch come over, straight stick it And don't sweat the technique, if you like the smoke And fire it up when you here 'cause that musics dope [Hook] Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) From the old school Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) That makes me act a fool Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) That makes it so dope Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) That keeps me full of smoke [Verse 3: Point Blank] Before I crank this here up, pour some gin in yo cup And turn the volume down 'cause it'll tear yo speakers up I'm not gon' push the issue, if you choose not to listen You can't handle the heat? Then raise yo ass up out the kitchen You wanna know what's happenin' in my life? Peep this here BigTyme gon' take a fall, nah fool, not this year Point Blank is in the house and my word is good as gold You can monitor my actions from the things that I control I sold another, make twenty G's so I don't care And always doin' things to keep my name in the air Playa haters hate that I respect 'em for that Especially the ones that say my name on they tracks Thanks for the promotions I appreciate it, but squash all that Let me get back to this party and party and party 'til I can't no more And after the show gotta hit that back door Straight to hotel or motel, whatever, the case may be Or the place may be It's time for that SPC clique to make a move As long as the music cool, we comin' up smooth [Hook] Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) From the old school Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) That makes me act a fool Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) That makes it so dope Must be the music (Last night fried out jammin' my Screwtape) That keeps me full of smoke [Outro] Yeah, ooh, the music, music, music Yeah, na na na na na, ooh The music makes me act a fool, ooh Yeah, ooh, the music that keeps me full of smoke
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- DJ Screw