Songtexte:
Screw Heads Still Bangin Screw

Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if they head

slip with the swiftness The weaver raindrop, leavin the eye confused Understandin blurred, cloudy electrical storms occur from the Masta, classical head bang

I tell 'em nah I'm straight Californian Blunts make me born again, ballin where the Warlords dwell I still rank first place in the tournament Go 'head

a couple of screws loose in my brain Besides that, ain't nothin' changed Look at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still smoke bud You know I still represent

came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo you know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew that boy tha lean and fell on his head we comin through

Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all your dead partnas But shit, I still

ashes to dust We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust If you down for your hood, and you bangin that Screw Put your sets in the sky, cause

us, screw us Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 Bang every MC easily

with thee Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life 'Cause you ran your mouth, mouth We can sing or we can bang