Da Music

(앨범: All Screwed Up, Vol. II - 1995)

Come on
It's party time y'all
Haha

Well it's party time
So throw ya hands in the air
I don't care what ya do
Just respect this playa
I feel something bout to happen this year
For 20-2-Life
And it starts right here

So put ya lighters in the air
And flick it
Now put that swisher in yo mouth
And hit it
But if you see 5-0 then stash it
And when they gone take a hit
And pass it

Now put that tape in the tape deck and chill
Pick up a ho and watch a porno
(Man that's for real)
Let's take a walk
Through the house that black built
Or take a ride
In my booming mothership

It's not a dream
So keep yo eyes open
And let the door hit yo ass
If you ain't smoking

Cause this year
I ain't taking no shorts
Get yo nicotine patch
I got my own newports

Now answer this question
Are you down with me?
Cool
Get yo Glock
And shoot around with me
Fool

Ain't nothing changed but the clip
Like K said
Ice mic check the level
It's in the red

Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
From the old school
Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
That makes me act a fool
Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
That makes it so dope
Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
That keeps me full of smoke

To all my niggas in H-Town
I got half on the dub
Like my nigga Blank said
Show me some love yeah

Been in the game two years
Tryna get respect
From all you females
And you roughnecks

I pay my dues
On the street
I creep on Calhoun
And, um, my Beneville
Got that boom
I'm never hurting for nothing
And even if we struggling
You never know I'm suffering

I like to chill with that Wreckless Klan
And guess what
I'm from Houston, Texas man
And 20-2-Life is on the rise
And guess what
Ain't no punk on that size

Kill a ho
Got the hell of a white blow
I knock ya smooth to the floor
Really doe
I got skills and skills pay the bills
But my skills are different
They give yo ass chills

So smoke a blunt
And nigga just kick it
And if yo bitch come over
Straight stick it
And don't sweat the technique
If you like the smoke
And fire it up when you here
Cause that musics dope

Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
From the old school
Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
That makes me act a fool
Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
That makes it so dope
Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
That keeps me full of smoke

Before I crank this here up
Pour some gin in yo cup
And turn the volume down
Cause it'll tear yo speakers up

I'm not gon' push the issue
If you choose not to listen
You can't handle the heat?
Then raise yo ass up out the kitchen

You wanna know what's happening in my life?
Peep this here
BigTyme gon' take a fall
Nah fool not this year
Point Blank is in the house
And my word is good as gold
You can monitor my actions
From the things that I control

I sold another
Make twenty G's so I don't care
And always doing things
To keep my name in the air
Playa haters hate
That I respect em for that
Especially the ones
That say my name on they tracks

Thanks for the promotions I appreciate it
But squash all that
Let me get back to this party and party and
Party til I can't no more
And after the show gotta hit that back door

Straight to hotel or motel
Whatever
The case may be
Or the place may be

It's time for that SPC clique
To make a move
As long as the music cool
We coming up smooth

Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
From the old school
Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
That makes me act a fool
Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
That makes it so dope
Must be the music
(Last night fried out jamming my Screwtape)
That keeps me full of smoke

Yeah
Oooh
The music music music
Yeah
Na Na Na Na Na
Oooh
The music makes me act a fool
Oooh
Yeah
Oooh
The music
That keeps me full of smoke
(Smoke, Smoke, Smoke...)