Lyrics: Dj Screw. 3 'N Tha Mornin. Pimp Tha Pen.

(feat. Lil Keke)

[Lil Keke]
I'm draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin, gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Fire up a fat sweet
Turnin' on the bulb light
Hand on the wood grain
Ass on the tight white

I'm showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas
Home of the playas, so there'll never be no flexin'
So long we've been waitin'
Never ever hatin'
In Houston they Elbows, In Cali they Daytons

So 1996 you hoes better duck
Because the world gone drip candy and be all Screwed Up
Just pop in your breaker set
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me your ear because the SOUTHSIDE finna wreck

Down here we smoke tree
Then let the world see true hidden talent like Screw and Lil Keke
Ain't no love for hatas and you busted big suckas
On the south side we stay paid MuthaFucka!

(Pocket Full of Stones -by UGK is in the background mix)
"I got a pocket fulla stones"

[DJ Screw]
Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is...

[lil Keke]
It time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes
For all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes
Who's the man, who's boss
Who's the nigga that's payin' the cost
I really don't give a damn cause I ain't the one that's gonna take the
loss

Grippin a grain up in the slant
workin' the wood It's understood,
flippin these rolls, and slammin' these doors,
pullin' these hoes, and wearin these clothes
Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill
From hittin' these boulevards with belts and buckles and workin the grill

and poppin' the trunk and I'm smokin that skunk and pulling off candy red
sittin on buck, not givin' a fuck and able to turn a head
Somethin' serious when I let go cause I got a way with words
im able to clown while usin a noun to take the place of verbs

My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes
My flow is slow because it's bolted down by DJ Screw
Take it from me, the nigga Lil Key, the H- The A- the R- D
Menace to society
Born and raised to be a G

I grabs the "phone" go on and on
Two or three songs I won't pospone
Cause these lyrics comin' from the very top of my dome
So many ways it pays
if you can flip the script or movin the tongue you take a dose and listen close
I promise that you'll be spung
Jackers and hustlers, players and macks
foreign doors to Cadillacs
Serve codine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the sacks
all these things remain the same because im so able to win
All around just bow down because Lil Keke pimps the pen


(Thanks to MrSoLow for correcting these lyrics)