Z-Ro, Point Blank - Screw Did That lyrics

This for all the DJ A, B, C, D's
Wanna be motherfuckers whoever you is
My nigga DJ Screw created this style
It's here to stay, you with the?
You gon respect my nigga Screw

What the fuck y'all niggas talking bout
Screw did that
You can chop it but respect the fact
Screw did that
Who put this game or flag on the map
Screw did that
What Screw did that, man Screw did that
Who slowed you records down
And made the style, screw did that
Longest rappers up bout freestyle
Screw did that
Now they sipping syrup worldwide
Screw did that
Tip your motherfucking hats nigga
Screw did that



What the fuck y'all niggas talking bout
Time for me to break it down
At home sucking your mama titty
When I was running the underground
I been here done this
Now you hoes got me pissed
Fucking over my homie name
Over one funky ass minute of fame
If you true to the game act like it then
Show some respect y'all niggas bore me
Show some kind of motherfucking loyalty
DJ Screw the king of the chop
Yeah king of the chop he the reason now
A lot of these motherfuckers hot
But they ain't hollin' at
Mama and Papa Screw, like they supposed to
Don't forget
Don't nobody own shit but those two
That go for friends and foes too
Bitches and hoes too
Don't stand there with your
Mouth wide open nigga, do what you do
Sentimental Value
The only authentic original Screw
We keeping the dream alive
And paying the family too
Mama Screw told me
You got my permission to spill the gases
And when you scream, scream loud
To set fire under they asses

Who went from Chimmy Chang to worldwide
Screw did that
Took me from nothing and made me something
You did that i owe it all to you my nigga
For helping me rise
I thought you would get old with me
Why the fuck you have to die
Everybody SUC now, Screwed and Chopped by who
Probably never met the man
Deserve the ghetto are you bent
Bitch nigga you get, out of dodge fast
5, 000 Watts of skills, 5
000 pounds of trash
Watch what you say in the magazines
Old fat ass nigga
Steady nibbling off my niggas cheese
Old rat ass nigga i call it like I see it
And I can't be nothing but real
I guess they can't originate
So they do nothing but steal
I'm sick and I'm tired
I'm not gon let it ride no mo'
Better skip town
Cause in Houston you hoes can't hide no mo'
My partner Robert Earl Davis
Was a man out of music
But the world kicking so
Much they bitch made
Bold niggas be trying to do it

He slowed the record down and made the style
Now everybody on dick
Michael "5000" Watts in Murda Dog tal'n bout
He elevated this shit
Screw's number one, always will be
You got the game from him
The style was named after him
One thing he promised
Is that the world was gon be all screwed up
I was on a first Screw
Tape to hit the market, all Screwed Up
Yeah it's hard to think
When yo mind go blank
Don't believe it, run yo ass in the paint
See when that Keke Pimpin' Pens
We all was making paper
Drank up and dripped out
While they got high with the Blanksta
All I wanna do is remember the good times
Botany Boyz and still
The block that stayed crunk at all times
Al-D and Z-Ro, and the SUC is still in effect
Screw you resting in peace
And they still on yo motherfucking dick

Candy blue Impala matter of fact, Screw-Blue
Touching nothing but real records
Cause no jamming no doo doo
But fuck the melody, that was my man
When I was slipping he would reach out
And take my hand
Cause it was nothing but love for my nigga
Nigga had love for me so disrespect him
And it's gonna be some slugs to see
Bitch we the Screwed Up Click
Down South we the shit
Body rocking like this
With Mama Screw up in the mix

SUC, let's keep the dream alive man
Original members, extended members
Everybody stand taller, know I'm saying