DJ Screw - Still Pimping The Pens lyrics

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DJ Screw - Still Pimping The Pens lyrics

(DJ Screw) 9-7, Screwed-Up Click Soucie Folea' Ballin' in the mix Pimp the pen Ball slow party on Ah, the Screw and the Lil' K-E Know what I'm sayin' cause uh.. Herschelwood if ya hoes that know Lil' Keke's on the track and I'm mixed to flow (Lil' Keke) I'm still draped up and dripped out, reclining to top Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don't stop Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop I'mma swang on these boppers, I'ma clown on these cops Candy red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the street Sippin' syrup, slangin' birds, smokin' endo Sweets I done stay low in places, cause the playas hate 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 b**h Sally? They didn't like her walk But she still gone get f**ed by Keke in the hou' Fat Pat and Mike Drew, what about punkin' 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 f**in' with me I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke (DJ Screw) Know what I'm saying Southside? Let's get a draped up and dripped out, pimp the pens Know what I'm saying? Puttin' it down, representin' to the fullest Know what I'm saying? 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, watching gorgeous gal lickin' on my naval 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-a** n***as can't f** with me Give me c**aine in regularity Pimps on all these hoes and jet Break a n***a neck if he don't respect Let me pimp right-down, effect Gone off the drank, gotta make a bank Playa haters n***as don't want tryin' to take my 'pad I'mma have to k**, when I come down, chrome and 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 Breakin' boys off with my freestyle drill Higher than a hill, land of the trill Pimpin' pens, hittin' skins, show another sk** (DJ Screw) Know what I'm saying? Pimp pens, worldwide Break it down Screw-fless Ya'll already know what it is, Hollywood Ain't that right Corleone? Straight hoggin', done deal, trick (Lil' Keke) First three of the flow, if ya hoes that know In and out the back door, cause I gots to go One more time I'mma flow, I'm a freestyle pro Walkin' inside the club and dismantlin' the show Houston, Texas, is the home of the playas and pimps 'Sace 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 Worst strainer entertainer in the eye of the public n***as love me try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject Again and again, nothing less than a win Your foy, your friend, I'm a keep pimpin' pen (pimpin' pens) (DJ Screw) Just chill, and smoke a sweet for a second 9-7, showin' up, two-timin' on records Steady stackin' them dollars, guessing on my Impala Blowin' nose of young G don't wanna get swallowed Two-timin' in the Soucie, them thangs that n***a need The devil's beneath me, to God ain't no stoppin' me It's syrup, not Hennessy; blowin' up independently I done Screwed up the industry, got these labels be pagin' me n***as be hatin' me, because of my paper, G It's all about the real paper, still ain't no fakin' me Choppin' boys up, cause you know that I'm able L-i-l pimp the pens, I be pimpin' turntables