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(feat. Fat Pat, Mr. 3-2) [Hook x4: Fat Pat] I'm so, thoed in the game Southside Playaz, Screwed Up Click mayn (love it mayn) [Billy Cook:] Billy Cook, you know I'm a superstar Riding foreign car, so fine don't bar Mo City Texas, messing with the 3-2 BMG 1965, swanging hoo-doo Who you talking down, on the Screwed Up Click Keeping cash in the pocket, from pimping a bad bitch It's the legend, and I'm throwed in the game Popping my trunk, but man I won't change Now niggaz owe me bread, and I'm getting fed up I'm about to pull my pistol, leave a nigga edge up Bitch be stinking, laying dead in a coffin I'm a grown ass man, and I stay big bossing [Hook x4] [Mr. 3-2:] Big Boss, it's the Gov of the click I'm a Southside Playa, and I don't love no bitch Got rich lost it all, then I came back up SongtexteRiding Harley Dav' truck, bad bitches eat nuts I flow top notch, break a bitch pocket In a 6-4, on swangers watch I hop it Girls bopping, ery'where I go Ten thousand for a verse, fifty thousand for a show I know how it is, so I grind all night Blowing on top flight, pimping all through the night I might just, knock off the Maybach A nigga sitting fat, off cocaine and stracks In a Lac sprayed red, system fin to knock Never gon bop, and I beat's up the cot G.D. motherfucker, and it's Screwed Up Click I'm a Southside Playa, Mr. 3-2 bitch [Hook x4] [Billy Cook:] Man I'm so cold, man I'm so thoed Throwed in the game, grip-gripping wood grain Lane to lane, leaving platinum stains Banging my Screw, hollin' what it do mayn Swanging swanging, swang to the left Pop my trunk, and yep-yep (love it mayn) Southside holding, 24's I'm rolling Slow Loud And Bangin', big faces Man I'm so rich, man I'm the truth Man I'm the shit, I know you smell me too My nigga I keep's it real, trill at all times If a hater get out of line I bring his ass, set this motherfucker off in this game [Hook x2] [Billy Cook:] Swanging swanging, swang to the left Pop my trunk, and yep-yep (love it mayn) [Hook x4] Aus Songtexte Mania