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Cloverland (Screwed)

DJ Screw
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Yeah, that's how I like it, you know what I'm sayin'? Some big ol' pimps, locatin' dead in that Clover It ain't nothin' though, nigga It's some real muthafuckin', you know what I'm sayin'? We don't stop, baby Them thirties finna take over That's how we starts it Just wakin' up in the mornin', a nigga's yawnin' Gotta get my pay on, so I start crumbin' Uh-oh, I gotta beep my crew, I know it's real 9-1-1, So I know to grab a deal Peelin' Vogues all the way to the spot Nigga, cock the Glock before you step to hell, not Watch out, I'm spittin' shots Some busta-ass niggas playa-hatin' on a hood thang His baby mama in the back gettin' gangbang But ain't no thang to them G's in that Clover, it's over Got your bitch suckin' my dick in a Range Rover Drinkin' straight codeine and I'm stankin' Off that killa-kill, flippin' through the hood, deep switches blankin' Let's take a trip while we flip through that sunny side Know shorties cookin' while I'm lookin' for my money, right? So bitches, break your back, so niggas, make your stack Cloverland so crunk, I'll grab my pump and still take your 'Lac But now I ain't the jacker, I'm the real ratta-tatta On that ass, watch me blast in my mask if I have to Playa haters raise, Bonnie keep me paid It won't end, I'm trapped again in the hood maze Do I take a right, or do I take a left? I see the light through a night, I just faked the death But now I lay low, chill 'til the killin' over Insane, playin' death games, chillin' in the Cloverland Yeah, you can't stop it, baby Cloverland Yeah, you can't stop it, baby Cloverland Yeah, you can't stop it, baby Cloverland Yeah, you can't stop it, baby Bonnie is the block that stay crunk at all time Nothin' but OZ's, 50-packs, and small dimes At all time, a nigga on the cut, servin' them fiends Tryna come, big suburban fully loaded with scream Doin' thangs in this game like stackin' paper Actin' bad, hoes straight catchin' vapors 'Cause we got big cribs sittin' on acres See us in the source, read about us in the papers For all type of killings and crimes Gang-affiliated or bustin' tricks with 9's 'Cause they blind in they mind, man, they really can't hang Nigga, what's up? You know Cloverland ain't no gang And Cloverland's on the map, down bustin' caps on a nigga So go on and get your strap, start pullin' triggers That's way that shit flow, and that's just how it go Go on and dump that dope so we can go and get some mo' Weed, tell me Sam Sneed needs to breathe Screwed out while we creepin' slow with the breeze Swang and bangin' like my nigga E.S.G. said It's 'bout the infrared to my nigga Goodhead Movin' on them on the blocks, gotta keep my Glock cocked We steady fuckin' with hoes 'cause they love big shots Now everybody and they mama tryna be the motherfuckin' man Don't slip, then take a trip off in that Cloverland Yeah, you can't stop it, baby Cloverland Yeah, you can't stop it, baby Cloverland Yeah, you can't stop it, baby Cloverland Yeah, you can't stop it, baby I got a pocket full of gold (Mmm, you know I don't stop) I got a pocket full of gold (Mmm, you know I don't stop) I got a pocket full of gold (Mmm, you know I don't stop) I got a pocket full of gold (Mmm, you know I don't stop) I got a pocket full of gold (Mmm, you know I don't stop) I got a pocket full of gold (Mmm, you know I don't stop)