Head No Screws lyrics

by

B.G.


Chorus: {Lil' Ya & Yella Boy}

I got a head but ain't no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
n*gga, I got a head but ain't no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase

[Verse 1]
In the beginning' I was f*ckin' with that gin
Wasn't smokin' no weed, wasn't even hangin'
With my friend's sh*t got bad
Started whippin' n*gga's ass
Doin' flight's ever night wasn't even
Takin' bath's uhh, my boy's knew somethin' was wrong
Cuz everytime they see me slippin'
They would tell me
{ Now dog won't ya go home?}
So I would scat and go listen to that
f*ckin' Slu, full of that gin wonderin'
What the f*ck to do, half of the time
I would hang on the corner
Buy a pack of Kool's, get a b*tch then I bone her
Go home and wash my di*k and switch up my di*kie fit
It had to be black cuz I totted a gat
I'm doin' thing's out the ordinary
That sh*t was very scary
I was trippin' I was straight slippin'
[Hook: Lil Ya & Yella Boy]

[Verse 2: Lil Ya]
Now my mind is f*cked up and I can't think
Left that gin and juice alone
Got's myself a new drank
Started f*ckin' with that clear, it took me on
Another atmosphere, I had no fam plus it covered up
The tear's that I had inside when my Mama died
But I'm a man, and I'm real so I'm gone survive
I had a nine to five but I didn't need it
My record's sell's well
So why should I be greedy
So f*ck it I'm a chill at home and watch my screen
Get full of that clear & f*ck a b*tch, a watch her scream
I'm goin' crazy and I don't know what the f*ck I'm facin'
At Central Park I'm considered a mental patient
I'm picturin' b*tches in my mind, I'm bout to scheme
When I start f*ckin' they try to stick me with Anazeyme
Tellin' me I needed to calm my nerves
But all the while all I needed was some fire herb
You heard the wi-zord Lil' Ya done got straight served man
I was chillin' some people said I robbed Pat Swillen

[Hook: Lil Ya & Yella Boy]
[Verse 3: Lil Ya]
Ninety day's done passed and all my charge got dropped
Collected all my commissary and I'm back to my block
{Now the scenery lookin' diffrent to me}
No more car's, no more girl's, I'm in a diffrent world
Facin' reality I got to start again
And Like I said, can't f*ck around with no friend's
Like Shawn Kemp, I 360 turned my life around
Went through a stage some people call it a mental phase

[Hook: {2x]

{Yella Boy}
Say Ya brah, who the f*ck is the president

{Lil' Ya}
Man, I'm the muthaf*ckin' president
f*ck Michael Gordon
f*ck the pink slip you used to admit me with
f*ck the doctor's who told me I wasn't gonna get better
f*ck the nurses, I used to f*ck on the third floor at Charity
b*tch I was security up there ya heard me
And last but not least f*ck everybody that call me crazy
Cuz, if you f*ck around and hang with me
b*tch you gonna be crazy to
Now Black, get my straight jacket and
Bring me to my muthaf*ckin' room
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