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DJ Screw

Pimp Tha Pen

 

Pimp Tha Pen


"I got a pocket fulla stones"

I'm draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Three in the morning, getting the gat out the stash spot
Fire up a fat sweet
Turning on the bulb lights
Hand on the wood grain
Ass on the tight white
Showing naked ass in the great state of Texas
Home of the players, so there'll never be no plexing
So long we've been waiting
Never ever hating
In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Daytons
So 1996 you hoes better duck
Because the world gon' drip candy and be all Screwed Up
Just pop in your grey cassette
Turn up your fucking deck
Lend me your ear because the Southside finna wreck
Down here we smoke tree
Then let the world see
True hidden talent like Screw, and Lil Keke
Ain't no love for hatas and you busted dick suckas
On the south side we staying paid MuthaFucka!

"I got a pocket fulla stones"
"...And they won't leave my ass alone"

Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is...

It's time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes
For all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes
Who's the man, who's the boss
Who's the nigga that's payed the cost
I really don't give a damn cause I ain't the one that's gonna take the loss
Gripping a Grant up in the slant, working the wood it's understood
Flippin these Rolls, and slamming these doors
Pulling these hoes and wearing these clothes
Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill
From hitting tha boulevards from belts and buckles, woman and grill
I'm popping the trunk and smoking a skunk and pulling up candy red
Sitting on buck, not giving a fuck and able to turn a head
Something serious when I let go cause I got a way with words
I'm able to clown when using a noun to take the place of verbs
My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes
My flow is slow because it's bolted down by DJ Screw
Take it from me, the nigga Lakee, the H, the A, the R and D
Menace to society
Born and raised to be a G
I grabs the 'phone go on and on
2 or 3 songs I won't postpone
Cause these lyrics coming from the very top of my dome
So many ways it pays, If you can flip the script
By movin ya tongue, you take a dose and listen close, promise that you'll be sprung
Jacker's and hustler's, player's and mack's
Foreign doors and Cadillacs
Serve codeine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the sack
All these thangs remain tha same because I'm so able to win
All around just bow down
Because Lil Keke pimps tha pen

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