Chamillionaire - Screw Jams lyrics

She told the DJ pardon me
I need some Swishahouse
Color Changin' Click and
Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life
(In my life, in my life, in my life) weeell
A Slow Loud And Bangin' cd
Some Screwed Up Click and
A little Sucka Free
Cause that's what I need in my life
Yes it is, weell weell

She say she listens to my music
But she can't get into it
She don't like it regular speed
She like it when they screw it
What I'm fin to do is
Call Ron and Watts on my phone
Tell em slow it down
So the ladies can get they grind on
Yellow red or brown tone
Call me when your guy's gone
If you gotta shake that lick
Them haters get they diet on
She's the type rich men
Will give money for some action
Said she's light skinned and
And she'll strip for Andrew Jacksons
Gets excited when
She be jamming them F Actions
Turn the lights off then
And if you wanna get your grind on
Just go pick up that phone
Then just get your dial on
Call me up I'll come over
And help you turn your smile on

She's calling me, on my phone
Telling me she's feeling freaky
Her body's in need of me
Hopping in on my 4's, grabbing my
Chopped and screwed cd, and my grey T-A-P-E
Y'all know, playas get chose
Color Changin' Click cd, Michael Watts
OG Ron C even your neighbors knew
Just what I came to do
They seen the navy blue
Choking on things of two
They know it ain't your boo
They heard us banging Screw
Making the headboard bang
While I'm banging you
Giving you a work out, like a trainer
Hit it then I flip you over
To change the view
My sex is a weapon, that's aimed at you
Finish and reload, just like a gangbanger do
You little angel you
That's what your friends think
Cause they didn't see you
Sipping on that red drink
Getting drunk, while I hit it on the sink
In the kitchen and I'm switching
I can hit it till the bed sink
You can lock the lock
I'm fin to rock the twat
I'm fin to give your friends
Something new to talk about
Fin to give it to you shorty
You gon feel it in your body
Everytime Ron and Michael Watts, chop a spot
I ain't forgot about, the true DJ Screw
Cause if it wasn't for Screw
Wouldn't be nothing to do
No claiming red, no claiming blue
It wouldn't be nothing to bang
While I'm banging you, jeah

She said Koopa
I know you be checking these niggas
But can the ladies get a lil' love, yeah

I don't discriminate the race
Pretty face pretty shape
Shaped like figure eight
She can get a little steak
We can end a date
Like a episode of Ricki Lake
Call a couple of your friends
They could participate
Get on my three way, now what is the delay
I pull out the video cam
And show you the replay
I screw you real slow, like a H Town DJ
We could jam Bun B, and that U to the GK
And a little Sucka Free, ain't enough for me
Big M-O-E, gotta give me the whole SUC
They'll screw it
Money over BI to the T-H to the E-S
In the streets shake the peace
Everybody respect the streets
Everybody'll shine, from the neck and teeth
Gotta give me the SPC, Trae and Dougie D
Free that nigga Z-Ro and that Pimp C
Cause thay'll screw it
Girl I got you wet, girl I'll kiss your neck
And I know that the sex
Sure to make you sweat
I show respect, to the Swisha vets
And the Screwed Up Click G's, get respect
Lil' O and C-N-O to the E, 'Face and Willie D
Big Pokey, Flip and ESG, they'll screw it

Yeah, slow jam ain't a slow jam
Unless it's a screw jam
Can't listen to it, no other way
Gotta be screwed up dJ Screw, rest in peace

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