Lyrics

[DJ Screw] It's going down '96 Screwed Up Click, know I'm talm 'bout? We done popped up in here, knowm say'n D.E.A., Southside Playaz, Botany Boyz, Al-D 3 4 action, know'm talkin' bout, 10201 know'm say'n Smokin' big, drinking syrup, know I'm talm 'bout? [Fat Pat] Well, one time for yo mind let a playa come through I'm sippin on a 4 and I'm jammin' on that Screw It's Southside Playaz and this playa down for [?] 'Cause a young nigga got a million dollar function Living so throwed in this game, drankin drank Got man what throwed in the game Now I'm banking stacks, marble door 'lacs Moved up the 320 Benz is how I act A little bit crazy, fuck these damn ladies All up on my dang-a-lang 'cause of Mercedes Really ain't with it, let that 9 milli start spittin' Round after round and drop them playa haters down From the other side if you start plexin' It's that Southside, third ward fucking Texas Boys don't know I'm candy red up on the scene A young nigga sipping codeine, with my mug on mean With that Fat to the Pat, how the fuck you gon' act A rat-tat-tat-tat with my 9 millimeter gat So boys better raise the fuck up off me Cause that boy Mike D is living the John fucking Gotti In the game Coming down blazed know'm say'n Third Coast, fucking it up [Fat Pat] Niggas keep looking for my 'burban on them choppers We be flipping through the Southside in helicopters 'Bout to land in the Clover, and no it ain't over You got my boy dead but I'm also going fed Because I got my damn steel on my side Wherever the fuck I go I packs my gat up in my ride Them niggas think I'm slipping, but hell no we ain't That's all we do is sipping, syrup in the paint My boy Mike D got a whole cup of lean Them Southside Playaz acting bad on the scene Cause all we do is lean, as fuckin playas do Come down South and see me actin bad up out the roof Me and that Will-lean bouta get the stacks made Got to come through this muthafucka on the chromy-plates Put the damn buttons on 600 V-12 I know these niggas can tell, these- yuh Niggas holdin well down south So what you talkin bout' A nigga got a whole buncha diamonds in his mouth About to spit game to a young fuckin tender Cuz thats all I got to get up in her [Lil Keke] I woke early , I jumped in that butter Started flippin fo's and the vouges burned rubber I swarmed and I swang, you know a nigga swing I pulled up at the light on the Belfort and the King Big bag of sweets, Screw had the spark I clicked on the bubbles cuz it just turned dark Hurtin working wood, daintly grippin grain Handsfree phone just ballin on the slant Showin nekkid ass in the story bein told 1700 wineberry over gold From far and yonder, Ike had me comin' Glassy chromy grill with diamond-eyed woman I pull in Exxon, puttin gallons in my shit Reflexion off the belt says I dropped the bumper kit Holdin that nine, gotta protect mine Sixteen times if they wanna bump and grind Hurt, pop the top and let the wind come in Shinin gold grill so you know I had to grin I see that Fat Pat and that boy made a deal Back up on his feet cus that young nigga real Marvin to that that tre' and you know [unknown] Keke showing love to that nigga Baytown We throwing up the deuce And giving niggas dab You know the Southside actin bad on the slab I'm throwing up the deuce And giving niggas dab My nigga Fat Pat used to represent the slab [Fat Pat] Throwin up the deuce and givin dab Comin down the boulevard just holdin slab Bumperkit reclinin', yella' hoes 'mirin Drop my top and turn up at one time Swangin on the corner, blowin marijuana It's the Fat Pat and the haters are goners On my block with Glock cocked, off safety Niggas wanna try me, but I know, I just be waitin' Lookin at my rear-view, seein' thru' my 'sace Watchin' ugly yella-bone hoes just watch me Sippin codiene and we mob on the scene H-town Texas comin thru' like a dream Sittin so low in the big big 'burban Comin down 60, playas whats swervin' Let off the roof glass made of bulletproof If a nigga plex, I got diamonds on my toof 'bout to break loose, when I'm in the drop-top Front, side-to-side, pancake drop the top Everbody feel a nigga shinin It's that Fat Pat and the haters, gotta remind them That we be holdin extra Glock it don't stop , red-beam Southside playas, DEA like a dream