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Lil' Keke

Still Pimpin Pens (Screwed)

 

Still Pimpin Pens (Screwed)

(album: The Commission - 1998)


[DJ Screw:]
9-7, Screwed-Up Click
Soucie Folea'
Balling in the mix
Pimp the pens
Ball slow party on
Ah, the Screw and the Lil' K-E
Know what I'm saying cause uh...
Herschelwood if ya hoes that know
Lil' Keke's on the mic and I'm next to flow

[Lil' Keke:]
I'm still draped up and dripped out, reclining the top
Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don't stop
Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop
I'm a swang on these boppers, I'm a clown on these cops
Candy red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the street
Sipping syrup, slanging birds, smoking indo sweets
Outta state on them plexas, cause the plates say Texas
TV screen, Young & The Restless, in my G.S. Lexus
>From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley
Houston, all the way to Cali, got them fought in a rally
Remember that bitch Sally? They didn't like her walk
But she still gone get fucked by Keke in the hou'
Fat Pat and Mike D, what about Poke and the Screw
We gone bring her to the South and let the click run through
It's real easy to see, there ain't no fucking with me
I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke

[DJ Screw:]
Know what I'm saying Southside?
Still draped up and dripped out pimpin pens
Know what I'm sayin'?
Putting it down, representing to the fullest
Know what I'm sayin'?
L-I-l, go on let that boy go again

[Lil' Keke:]
It's time to lay it down, like cards on the table
Big crib, watchin cable, your gal licking my navel
Who's the man? And who's the G?
L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E that's ME
Heart of a hustler, mind of a g
Punk-ass niggas can't fuck with me
Give me cocain in reglerity
Pimps on all these hoes and jet
Break a nigga neck if he don't respect
Let me pimp right down effect
Gone of the drank, gotta bang a DANE
Playa haters niggas don't want trying to take my pad
I'm a have to kill, when I come down, chrome n blades' and wood wheel
Pop another pill, careful, better chill
Southside Houston Texas won't you tell me how you feel
Make another mill, while I pack my steel
Breaking boys off with my freestyle drill
Higher than a hill, land of the trill
Pimping pens, hitting skins, show nothin but skill

[DJ Screw:]
Know what I'm sayin'? Pimp the pens, worldwide
Break it down Scroofless
Ya'll already know what it is, Hollywood
Ain't that right Cardion?
Straight hogging, done deal, trick

[Lil' Keke:]
Verse 3 of the flow if ya hoes didn't know
In and out the back door cause I gots to go
One more time I'm a flow, I'm a freestyle pro
Walking inside the club and dismantling the show
Houston, Texas, is the home of the playas and pimps
Sachi down with a limp, across the sky in a blimp
I punch in clocks, don't like dumb jocks
I'm a playa I'm a baller, bagguettes and rocks
Word strainer entertainer in the eye of the public
Niggas love me try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject
Again and again, nothing less than a win
Your foe, or your friend, I'm a keep pimping pen, pimping pens

[DJ Screw:]
Just chill, and smoke a sweet for a second
9-7, showing up, two-timing on records
Steady stacking them dollars, gasing up my Impala
Lord knows a young G don't wanna get swallowed
So I'm tryin to succeed, them thangs a nigga need
The devil's beneath me, to God ain't no stopping me
It's syrup not hennessy, blowing up independently
I done screwed up the industry, now these majors be paging me
Niggas be hating me, because I make paper, g
It's all about the real paper, still ain't no faking me
Choppas what's up, cause you know that I'm able
L-I-l pimp the pens, I be pimping turntables

done

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