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the screwed up click - holla at son lyrics

(-talking-)
s.u.c. (s.u.c.), crock bull ha-ha
big dogs out baby, screwed up cl!ck
h-a-dub-k, pokey-sensei

[h.a.w.k.]
p-ssing by haters, in my brand new crentley
that’s the new chrysler, the kind with the hemi
concealed weapons license, so i’m riding with the semi
and if a n-gga try me, the clip i’ma empty
i’m on 22’s, so i’m tipping so gently
like slim thug, when he’s tipping in a bentley
i’m pulling all the hoes, like ashton pulled demi
it’s my time to shine, worked hard for every penny
still hated by few, and loved by many
cause when a n-gga shine, there’s always envy
always jealousy, always a hater
and there’s always a n-gga, that’s not bout his paper
one of them n-ggas, in jail they’ll rape ya
but i’m one of them, that’ll put sh-lls in your tanker
plus a n-gga aim, is sharp as a razor
if a n-gga miss one, then the second one’ll break ya
i’m ali, and you’re joe frazier
i’ll jab you with the right, and let the left hook blaze ya
two-way pager, motorola cell phone
and i can get diplomatic, like that boy jim jones
better fire wide set, and i’m sitting in a zone
i’ma pick your -ss off, hit a block and i’m gone
jigga told you, not to throw rocks at the throne
or you gon get sprayed, like a bottle of cologne
i’m in a truck that’s two tone, with two yellow bones
with raging hormones, that wanna get it on
it’s the end of this song, so i’ma gon get it on
and f-ck these two hoes, then send they -ss home
h-a-dub-k the thoedest one, the coldest one so holla at son
h-a-dub-k ain’t no dispute, that in the booth the boy’s the truth

[big pokey]
see i’m a big deal, sleep a n-gga like his fifth pill
clips drop a n-gga, like a fifth wheel
my sk!lls pay the bills, dog i gotta get it on
n-gga trying to turn a fifty pack, into fifty zones
n-ggas hustle, but guerillas got it in they bones
real n-ggas set the tone, b-tch n-ggas let it ‘lone
some of these n-ggas raps, ain’t matching they resumes
it’s all me right now, my n-gga just let it play
screwed up cl!ck n-gga, and we coming from every way
m.o.b. style, and we coming with heavy yay
all night every day, n-gga gotta be about it
all these n-ggas sleeping, they can’t do nothing but dream about it
n-ggas know i flip my crack, win when i whip my crack
a little on the corner, make it grow like a triple stack
i keep my distance, cause i know how these n-ggas act
n-ggas sl!ck hammer clap, when i pull the trigga back
you don’t work you don’t eat, that’s why a n-gga fat
in between these concrete curbs, that’s where i get it at
soft n-ggas get f-cked, with no jimmy hat
soon they find out we playing this game, y’all give me that
i ain’t talking, bout spondalay
i mean come up off it right now, ondalay mo’f-cker

[hook – 2x]
y’all talk it how i live it, been there and done did it
let god be my witness, i’m bout to go get it
coming for you cats, who was yelling out f-ck a n-gga
when the k beam buck, yeah you stuck n-gga

[mike d]
boss hogg corleone, that’s me
boss hogg corleone, that’s me
miggity-miggity-miggity-mike d
better than me n-gga, try and fight me n-gga
i ain’t gon even much, say yo name
i ain’t trying to give your b-tch -ss, no fame
but i’ma tell you right now, lil’ homie
you f-cking with the one and only, boss hogg corleone
who that talking down, on mike d
n-gga you must be ready, to fight me
you ain’t ready, you just a b-g
read my credentials n-gga, i’m a o.g
i squash n-ggas like you, on the daily
i’m fresh out the bing, watch the streets pay me
n-gga, you run with a crew
n-gga my crew, n-gga rolling true
what, you don’t really want no drama
h-ll naw, with the black osama
hollin’ os-alama-legum, when i unload
the shotter, n-gga you got a problem

[hook – 2x]

(-talking-)
come on, you really want mo’
i don’t think so, i’ma come at ya like a hoe
n-gga, you pack that lil’ 3-80
i run with a crew of n-ggas, ready to spray that
uh semi-automatics n-gga, f-ck you n-gga
when i see ya, you bet not be with that punk sh-t
tal’n bout uh, uh man they just call me mike d too
you know they just call me corleone
f-ck you n-gga, i’m boss hogg corleone mike d n-gga
screwed up cl!ck, n-gga f-ck you

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