"Screwed Up Tape" lyrics
(feat. Low-G & Rasheed)
[Rasheed:]
Mom, I'm sorry for the things I did
And God, thanks for all the times you let me live
I should have been dead a long time ago
Should have been me and not weto
Foot on the pedal while I race through the hood
Go to Revelations in your little black book
My homies all changing and that fucking shit hurts
I never fuck a friend unless they suck my dick first
Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall
Sell you a 8 and won't charge you for the straw
They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly
Well, I worked six months in the county as a trustee
I went to prison and I came back an animal
Southside, Houston's murder capital
My crew is cursed, shoot you first
Die next to a stupid nurse
Put you in the bluest hearse
I'll see yo ass at Lucifers
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
[Low-G:]
My green light, aloe since chiquito caga palo
Haters don't like me 'cause my name is hard to swallow
Here he comes that 5-O asked me for ID
Play on his computer and find some felonies
I was high, fried, and D.W.I.
Every question asked I came back with a lie
He was searching my ride and found my 45
That's when I started thinking had to bust him with my 9
Instead I ran, now your boy got away
That night we celebrate like it was a holiday
I use to be broke didn't have big faces
I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages
No T.V. and no cartoons
My jefa in the kitchen washing plastic spoons
I wasn't smokin' tough on green potent stuff
No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuff
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
[South Park Mexican:]
Oh no what the fuck, I'mma come have some buck
Who want to fuck with us, brown like Snuffleupagus
Protect my property, Hillwood privacy
I don't know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me
Balls hangin' all I need, smoking bitches crossing me
When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony
Listen you motherfuckers want a gravestone, I warned you once leave us alone
Known to kill my fucking own, claim Houstone 'cause that's my home
How can I make it anymore clear
My butler look like Belvedere
17 million a year, still I'm thuggin my Cavalier
My people come, like Babylon, Mexican and African
Few white boys that's family, Asian they mohamilly
Indian that's a Navajo, killers out that Nacogdoch'
Careful how your ass approach, get busted like you pass a note
All the hoes, camel toes, smoking on that artichoke
Bought the Benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rocking coke
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
Crusing down the street with my 6 hoes
Bumping my shit, riding on Vogues
Went to the park to get the scoop
Young niggas out there cold shooting some hoop
Mom, I'm sorry for the things I did
And God, thanks for all the times you let me live
I should have been dead a long time ago
Should have been me and not weto
Foot on the pedal while I race through the hood
Go to Revelations in your little black book
My homies all changing and that fucking shit hurts
I never fuck a friend unless they suck my dick first
Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall
Sell you a 8 and won't charge you for the straw
They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly
Well, I worked six months in the county as a trustee
I went to prison and I came back an animal
Southside, Houston's murder capital
My crew is cursed, shoot you first
Die next to a stupid nurse
Put you in the bluest hearse
I'll see yo ass at Lucifers
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
[Low-G:]
My green light, aloe since chiquito caga palo
Haters don't like me 'cause my name is hard to swallow
Here he comes that 5-O asked me for ID
Play on his computer and find some felonies
I was high, fried, and D.W.I.
Every question asked I came back with a lie
He was searching my ride and found my 45
That's when I started thinking had to bust him with my 9
Instead I ran, now your boy got away
That night we celebrate like it was a holiday
I use to be broke didn't have big faces
I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages
No T.V. and no cartoons
My jefa in the kitchen washing plastic spoons
I wasn't smokin' tough on green potent stuff
No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuff
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
[South Park Mexican:]
Oh no what the fuck, I'mma come have some buck
Who want to fuck with us, brown like Snuffleupagus
Protect my property, Hillwood privacy
I don't know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me
Balls hangin' all I need, smoking bitches crossing me
When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony
Listen you motherfuckers want a gravestone, I warned you once leave us alone
Known to kill my fucking own, claim Houstone 'cause that's my home
How can I make it anymore clear
My butler look like Belvedere
17 million a year, still I'm thuggin my Cavalier
My people come, like Babylon, Mexican and African
Few white boys that's family, Asian they mohamilly
Indian that's a Navajo, killers out that Nacogdoch'
Careful how your ass approach, get busted like you pass a note
All the hoes, camel toes, smoking on that artichoke
Bought the Benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rocking coke
6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh Jordans squeak across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed up tape
Crusing down the street with my 6 hoes
Bumping my shit, riding on Vogues
Went to the park to get the scoop
Young niggas out there cold shooting some hoop
Thanks to m (luke) for correcting these lyrics.
