Screw Jams

[Hook]

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' c.d., some Screwed Up Click and

A little Sucka Free, cause that's what I need in my life

Yes it is, weell weell

[Chamillionaire]

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

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]

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 c.d., and my grey T-A-P-E

Y'all know, playas get chose

Color Changin' Click c.d., 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

[Hook]

(*talking*)

She said Koopa, I know you be checking these niggaz

But can the ladies get a lil' love, yeah

[Chamillionaire]

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 G.K

And a little Sucka Free, ain't enough for me

Big M-O-E, gotta give me the whole S.U.C., they'll screw it

Money over B.I. 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 S.P.C., 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 E.S.G., they'll screw it

(*talking*)

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

Mix Tape Messiah