DJ Screw

"Taking it way Back"

[Starting point] {Chapolockedin}

"Check yo self"

[Verse 1]
"See I’m posted I’m rolling ready with the f*cking potent just take it to the chest and just mothaf*ckin own it cause I’m loaded explosive jaw open leave you miss spoken independent mothaf*cka no need no sucka to be controlling and I’m just smoking sippin on the dirty drank paint burning hot pot as they roll round and bang cause this that funk sh*t come take a ride we gonna roll down the city smoke
And fly to the sky and I’m patrolling"


"i'm patrolling"

[Verse 2]
"Double cup pouring up as I’m already blown Styrofoam after life death body melting ya f*cking bones Let it be known
That I’m going flowing blowing owning kick back laid back sit back relax and start mothaf*ckin roaming soaking all the smoke in the f*ckin air grizzley bear and I’m rare so beware with a stare and I’m shining for yo b*tch break and yo b*tch bridge talking bout you on the rap shii but you just really counterfeit bout that bread and you heard what I mothaf*ckin said after life lay you down cold blooded leaking dead
Cause i'm rolling dogs growling gate collapsing broken just take a moment listen to the funk on the drums that come in with a stun four the funk not the fun A won not junk skunk as it leave you real slumped equipped with the strong pump and it make the whip jump with a lump for the junk that you be speaking round for fun"

[Verse 1] {Djscrew}

"Let me tell these hoes how I feel
When I break 'em off, coming down bumper grill
And I'm ridin' slow with a freaky ho
Man I'm dressed down in a tight polo
[?] f*cking gal [?] f*cking pal
Now I'm coming down, do you think I shell
Break these n*ggas off if it's red light
Cause I'm dressed tight, higher than a kite
And I jumped down, now I'm rappin'
And man, do you know that we hit a major thug cappin'
Cause I'm just true, true to the game
Coming down in a coupe with my n*gga [?]
Coming down [calm?], come down straight
For that Big Jut and that big '68
Man, we just coming, coming down deep
Yeah that boy firing so much f*cking sweets
Mane, they gotta let me out them 'burbs
Mane, the laws tryna give me some curb [?]
But I don't [?] cause I just straight duck
Call on that big player that they call Duck
[?] my feet, one slide, one open
Mane everyday you see me get f*cking doped
Mane, I'm just leaning, hoes just feenin'
Coming through the what, motherf*cking club scenin'
In a f*cking Bentley, hoes wanna give me
But if that big thug, mane do you dig it
Boy, I'm just coming through, mane I'm so hard
Once broke a mouth on the f*cking boulevard
Now it's '95, mane you mention me
You didn't do that sh*t, when I had the century
So now don't talk up in my f*cking face
Mane, cause the thug mane, I don't have no Ma$e
I got a f*cking pistol on my f*cking [rump beef?]
And if I reach my trunk, mane I got a f*cking pump
Because I'm coming down and I'm so true
Mane, every year birthday I see that Screw
Now it's the posse third anniversary
Mane, this sh*t is freestyle, no rehearserary
Cause I'm just showin' what I can do
When I come down mane, cause I'm just f*cking true"

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