Bun B - The Legendary DJ Screw lyrics

(feat. ESG, C-Note, Lil' O, Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro & Big Hawk) It's a Big E beat This is dedicated, to the legendary DJ Screw... [Bun B:] Now once upon a time, not long ago Where they come down candy, and live life slow Where the 4's stay chromey, and they gripping on wood And people all behave, like it's all to the good Then came a young player, from the Southside streets Who had dreams of making music, with slowed down beats He jumped on the tables, made it do what it do And so begins the legend, of DJ Screw [scratching:] This is dedicated, this is-this-this is deciated This is dedicated to the legendary, D-D-D-DJ Screw [E.S.G.:] G'eah six the morning, fed's at my do' Quarter mil on the flo', the city where everythang's slow Yeah still bang Screw we love it mayn, I know he gone but nothing changed H.A.W.K., P-A-T, M-O-E they all above us mayn Down here we grind and hustle mayn, can't forget Chad Butler mayn Still swang on 84's, a mirror gla** like buzzer mayn Grab that loot and duffle mayn, S.U.C. still in this thang I know my dog gone, Robert Davis we gon' do it mayn [C-Note:] Hey I love this life, this is Screwed Up Click Don't quote me dog, n***a screwed up quick Still we blew up quick mayn, the fo's they stick On 24's we sit, you know we holding b**h I'ma do this here for Screw, for H.A.W.K. for Pat Even though we pushing powder, but the trunk be crack C-Note repping S.U.C., R.I.P. to Jimmy T n***a I'ma swang in the Lex, is how it's 'spose to be [scratching] [Trae:] One of the realest to do this sh**, Houston Texas Screwed Up Click And the track Screw'll bring it back, no one better that you could get For my n***a Robert Davis, ch-chop it up screw my sh** Now the true representation, making sure the world knew this sh** Everytime you think of double cups, or swingers peeking out the fo's Freestyling off top the dome, our grills covered in ice and gold Better salute the general, point blank no subliminal Tell em we Screwed Up Click, we go fed like a criminal [Lil' O:] Here's a lil' story, bout a n***a like me Fat Rat with the Cheese, n***a S.U.C. Southwest H-Town, all of that's me If a hoe was cottonmouth, I wouldn't give the b**h pee I'm so screwed up, n***az say I talk slow I say I listen fast, when you n***az talk though And naw I can't touch it, if the sh** is not dro If the drank is not purple, and the b**h is not whoa [scratching] [Z-Ro:] All blue Regals, screw blue Impala Helping everybody, that's what he use to do with his dollas No collars, just t-shirts and Dickies Even though he had a lot to do, he never was too busy to come and get me I'm really Screwed Up Click, Robert Earl Davis put me in Not a friend of a friend, of a friend of a friend I can see him spinning records, in heaven in all white Like he use to do on 22, 34 all night [H.A.W.K.:] n***az out there that's talking sh**, n***az out there that's riding dick Talking down on the Screwed Up Click, they must don't know who they f**ing with Five star general of the S.U.C., want my click gotta go through me Go through Ke and Mike D, then you gotta go through Big Pokey Who a n***a know as hard as me, who a n***a know as smart as me n***az wanna know how hard is he, I'm hard as the boss on Raven's D Bet your a** in like a rod and reel, hardest n***a out there with no deal Flying through n***az like a snow mobile, and I make beats that the real can feel [scratching]