Rokkin’
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Rest in peace to the legend DJ Screw
Without no DJ Screw
Wouldn't be no DJ Scream, understand that
Blue Magic, Young Dolph
Let's get to it!
Crushed ice, two cups
Shoutout to Texas, I'm still bangin that screwed up
They call me exclusive, aka Mr. New Stuff
Name rangin, got the whole city juiced up
I'm on my Uncle Snoop shit, rockin blue Chucks
I jump on the instrumental and leave it bruised up
They say life's a bitch, and it's too short
I'm ridin with my young bitch, bumpin Too Short
Two iPhones, three pre-paids
Call and ask for a replay
Young made nigga with them billion dollar plans
To make all of my fellows a million dollar man
Hold up, I got two paint bottles and two white cups
Gettin that paper, I handle mail like a postal truck
Posted up like a sticky note, I'm on my note, always on
I must admit, I don't know it all, but
I damn sure know how to get them bucks
, 38 Tuck
Money on my mind like a bad haircut
Fuck these birds, chickens get plucked
Bury me with my gold like King Tut
I'm throwed off
Gettin throwed with a throat chick
My top off
My old school is too legit
I'm talkin slick
Get money, quit talkin shit
Me and J Bone out in Vegas, cause big paper is what I get
Icy wrist, suckas pissed
I own the building, you on the list
Me and Memphis and Kingfish got a codeine cup with a
Hold up