Album Name : Reveille Park
Release Date : 2010-02-23
Song Duration : 4:29
Spm Screwed Up Tape
[Rasheed:]
Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did
& god, thanks for all the times you let me live
I should of been dead a long time ago
Should of been me & not Wero
Foot on the pedal while I race to the hood
Go to revillations in your little black wood
My homies all changin' & that f..ckin' shit hurts
I never f..ck a friend unless they suck my dick first
Creep & I crawl, ball 'til I fall
Sell you a 80 won't charge you for the straw
They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly
Well, I worked 6 months in the country as a trusty
I went to prison & I came back an animal
Southside, Houston's murder capital
My crew is cursed, shoot you first
Died next to a stupid nurse
Put you in the bluest hearse
I'll see your ass & Lucifer.
[Chorus:]
6: 00 in the morning police at my door
Fresh, Jordans squeekin' cross my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed Up Tape. [x2]
[Low-G:]
My green light, aloe sinche queeto ky guy palo
Haters don't like me cause my name is hard to swallow
Here he comes that 5 O asked me for I.D.
Play on his computer & finds some felonies
I was high, fly & a dubbed blue eye
Every questioned asked I came back with a lie
He was searchin' my ride & found my 45
That's when I started thinkin' 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 TV & no cartoons
My heffer in the kitchen washin' plastic spoons
I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff
No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuffs.
[Chorus:]
6: 00 in the morning police at my door
Fresh, Jordans squeekin' cross my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed Up Tape. [x2]
[South Park Mexican:]
I don't know what the f..ck, I'm a come have some bud
Who want to f..ck with us, ground like snuff or upper cuts
Pro-tect my property, Hillwood prohecy
I don't know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me
Balls hangin' & that's all I need, smokin' bitches crossin' me
When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony
This ain't muthafuckin' breakin' stone, I told you once leave us alone
Known to kill my f..ckin' own, blame Houston cause that's my home
How can I make it when it won't clear
My bud done look like daffadille
17 million a year, still I thug in my Cavilier
My people come, like Babylon, mexican & african
Few white boys that's family, asian & mohamilly
Indian & thats Navhoe, killers out that Navadoche
Careful how your ass appoach, get busted like you pass a note
All the hoes, camel toes, smokin' on that ardachoke
Bought the benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rockin' coke.
[Chorus:]
6: 00 in the morning police at my door
Fresh, Jordans squeekin' cross my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Screwed Up Tape. [x2]
Crusin' down the street with my 6 hoes
Bumpin' my shit, ridin' on vogues
Went to the park to get the scoop
Young niggas out there cold shooting some hoops.