We Jam Screw lyrics

(*talking*)
n*gga S.U.C., you already know n*gga
In the motherf*cking South, you don't gotta ask
What we listen to n*gga, for real

[Hook - 2x]
b*tch we jam Screw, b*tch we jam Screw
b*tch we jam Screw, b*tch we jam Screw
Ay them Texas boys, b*tch we jam Screw
Ay the whole f*cking South, b*tch we jam Screw

[Lil' O]
n*ggas always wanna ask, why my mug on mean
Why my pockets so right, and a thug so clean
I tell 'em b*tch I'm from the H, the city of coedine
And ain't nothing bout me friendly, when I hog the scene
And you already know how I do, top down jamming Screw
Rolling on 84's, candy red what it do
Hit the parking lot, swanging banging n*gga f*ck the boos
With my n*gga Mike D, I told him to po' up a deuce
f*ck it po' eight, this is Lone Star State
Where we got the cheap prices, n*gga home of the weight
And I'm a stand-up n*gga, I won't fold like a cake
I hop out with so much iron, that my shoulders'll break
And get to busting at you hoes, n*gga this is the real
Southwest Houston Tex, n*gga land of the trill
I'm kinda like James Bond, with a license to kill
I put a n*gga ass yo sleep, like he swallowed some pills
[Hook - 2x]

[Mike D]
I'ma tell a n*gga, watch his mouth one time
Give me fifty feet like O say, and respect my mind
Next motion, gon be reaching for my plastic Glock nine
It's hot down in Texas, and it's my summer to shine
Coming down, like a hard di*k in your chick
Fresh off the banana boat, with a bag full of bricks
You know your boy out here, really living that mob life
Corleone, that laid back Godfather type
Wouldn't rat on my n*ggas, if they was off'ing life
So if you thinking bout telling, then it's off with his life
I'm trying to squash that 0-6 Benz, with that new body homie
Brand new H.K., with no bodies on it
You wanna play n*gga, I put a few bodies on it
Boss Hogg S.U.C., y'all know it homie
Fifteen gang years, no average cat out here eating
You was a baby, when I was running the streets say
You don't know bout crack and cars, allies in that 3rd Ward
Screw cop it white horse, on that verse 3 N' The Morn'
Yeah, when Screw tapes was still fast
It's history behind my cash, get up on your b*tch ass
Screw made me who I am, never could deny that
It's Southside Houston Texas, is where we ride at
(*talking*)
Jamming Screw n*gga, doing what we do
You feel that n*gga, come on
b*tch we jam Screw, b*tch we jam Screw
b*tch we jam Screw, b*tch we jam Screw
And I'm from H-Town, I'm from H-Town
I'm from H-Town, I'm from H-Town Texas

[H.A.W.K.]
Yeah we jam Screw, we don't jam you
And by the way n*gga, we got them grams too
See I'm a damn fool, that'll body slam you
Wam-bam fool, cause n*gga that's what fam' do
See I'm a Screw Head, and I'm Screw bread
It ain't Chopped & Screwed, n*gga Screw dead
It ain't Screwed n*gga, you ain't that dude n*gga
Call it Slowed & Chopped, don't start a feud n*gga
Cause down in H-Town, we got a different sound
And we ain't banging your sh*t, unless it's slowed down
I'm in my low now, so I'ma drop the top
Turn it up a notch, and bang Screw down the block
R.B. n*gga, he made me n*gga
I'm S.U.C. n*gga, till I D-I-E n*gga
Wish you could see n*gga, how we keep it true
We from Texas n*gga, and we jam Screw b*tch
(*talking*)
Bout to take this b*tch over n*gga, (S.U.C.)
Screwed Up Click, it means suck my di*k n*gga (suck it)