Don't Cha Get Mad - Screwed and Chopped

You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz

Out here sideline hatin', y'knowhat

I'm sayin'?

Don't get mad 'coz a nigga straight up

Out the paint shop or the car lot or what not

Feelin' mean on the scene wit a pocket full of green

Y'knowhat

I'm sayin'?

An' any one of y'all hoes think

A nigga gon' give 'em somethin',

I can't give ya shit

But this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth an' ya muthafuckin' hole

An' you gotta reach me somethin' for that, ho''

Coz I ain't for free, bitch

Pay what cha muthafuckin' weigh

I pull up clean in my black fuckin' truck

My rims still spinnin' so you know

I'm cuttin' up

I'm ridin' down the street, bumpin' nothin' but us

I spotted me a freak, she was 'bout to catch a buzz

I asked her what's her name, baby, it could be love

But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts

The ones that make money an' stack them bucks

A bank for that cap an' a bank for that butt

Nigga, I'll tell yo' gal she can suck on this big ol' dick

An' won't be fucked up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp

An' in the public's eyes she can be legit, be my bitch'

Coz at the shake jaunt she gotta work a trick, get the grip

An' never no back talkin' 'coz

I call her jack, backhand slap

She come up short wit money, baby, then

I snap wit a strap

She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this

An' you just might have to throw some blows

Take a hit wit the fist

Don't cha, don't cha get mad when

I swerve an'

I twistRidin', ridin' down yo' block,

I got my charm out the window

Don't cha get mad when

I swerve an'

I twistI ain't braggin' on myself but

I deserve this, miss

Don't cha get mad when

I swerve an'

I twistRidin', ridin' down yo' block,

I got my charm out the window

Don't cha get mad when

I swerve an'

I twistI ain't braggin' on myself but

I deserve this, miss

I'm swervin',

I'm twistin' from side to side

I got that iron right on my side

Them 20 inch vogues wit the yellow stripes

A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light

The 360 turn on the fold down screens

Turn it all the way around an' watch it from the front seat

The knock in the back, get the trunk on rattle

Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle

Hey, you better put that money in my hand

I was born to be a mack, not yo' muh' fuckin' man

You mad 'coz

I hit cha, ho, me an' her split cha dough

Why you actin' surprised,

I know you heard this shit before?

Me an' Quint, pushin' '

Vettes, smokin' 'dro, no stress

One tech, two glocks, infra red, no vests

I clock dollars an' pop collars for a livin'

I'm at Pressure

World every time

I hit Memphis

Don't cha, don't cha get mad when

I swerve an'

I twistRidin', ridin' down yo' block,

I got my charm out the window

Don't cha get mad when

I swerve an'

I twistI ain't braggin' on myself but

I deserve this, miss

Don't cha get mad when

I swerve an'

I twistRidin', ridin' down yo' block,

I got my charm out the window

Don't cha get mad when

I swerve an'

I twistI ain't braggin' on myself but

I deserve this, miss