Screw Jamz Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Hook] 

She told the DJ pardon me, I need some Swishahouse 

Color Changin' Click and, Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life 

(In my life, in my life, in my life) weeell 

A Slow Loud And Bangin' c.d., some Screwed Up Click and 

A little Sucka Free, cause that's what I need in my life 

Yes it is, weell weell 

[Chamillionaire] 

She say she listens to my music, but she can't get into it 

She don't like it regular speed, she like it when they screw it 

What I'm fin to do is, call Ron and Watts on my phone 

Tell em slow it down, so the ladies can get they grind on 

Yellow red or brown tone, call me when your guy's gone 

If you gotta shake that lick, them haters get they diet on 

She's the type rich men, will give money for some action 

Said she's light skinned and, and she'll strip for Andrew Jacksons 

Gets excited when, she be jamming them F Actions 

Turn the lights off then, and if you wanna get your grind on 

Just go pick up that phone, then just get your dial on 

Call me up I'll come over, and help you turn your smile on 

[Hook] 

[Chamillionaire] 

She's calling me, on my phone 

Telling me she's feeling freaky, her body's in need of me 

Hopping in on my 4's, grabbing my 

Chopped and screwed c.d., and my grey T-A-P-E 

Y'all know, playas get chose 

Color Changin' Click c.d., Michael Watts, OG Ron C 

Even your neighbors knew, just what I came to do 

They seen the navy blue, choking on things of two 

They know it ain't your boo, they heard us banging Screw 

Making the headboard bang, while I'm banging you 

Giving you a work out, like a trainer 

Hit it then I flip you over, to change the view 

My sex is a weapon, that's aimed at you 

Finish and reload, just like a gangbanger do 

You little angel you, that's what your friends think 

Cause they didn't see you, sipping on that red drink 

Getting drunk, while I hit it on the sink In the kitchen and I'm switching, I can hit it till the bed sink 

You can lock the lock, I'm fin to rock the twat 

I'm fin to give your friends, something new to talk about 

Fin to give it to you shorty, you gon feel it in your body 

Everytime Ron and Michael Watts, chop a spot 

I ain't forgot about, the true DJ Screw 

Cause if it wasn't for Screw, wouldn't be nothing to do 

No claiming red, no claiming blue 

It wouldn't be nothing to bang, while I'm banging you, jeah 

[Hook] 

(*talking*) 

She said Koopa, I know you be checking these niggaz 

But can the ladies get a lil' love, yeah 

[Chamillionaire] 

I don't discriminate the race, pretty face pretty shape 

Shaped like figure eight, she can get a little steak 

We can end a date, like a episode of Ricki Lake 

Call a couple of your friends, they could participate 

Get on my three way, now what is the delay 

I pull out the video cam, and show you the replay 

I screw you real slow, like a H-Town DJ 

We could jam Bun B, and that U to the G.K 

And a little Sucka Free, ain't enough for me 

Big M-O-E, gotta give me the whole S.U.C., they'll screw it 

Money over B.I. to the T-H to the E-S 

In the streets shake the peace, everybody respect the streets 

Everybody'll shine, from the neck and teeth 

Gotta give me the S.P.C., Trae and Dougie D 

Free that nigga Z-Ro and that Pimp C, cause thay'll screw it 

Girl I got you wet, girl I'll kiss your neck 

And I know that the sex, sure to make you sweat 

I show respect, to the Swisha vets 

And the Screwed Up Click G's, get respect 

Lil' O and C-N-O to the E, 'Face and Willie D 

Big Pokey, Flip and E.S.G., they'll screw it 

(*talking*) 

Yeah, slow jam ain't a slow jam 

Unless it's a screw jam 

Can't listen to it, no other way 

Gotta be screwed up 

DJ Screw, rest in peace 

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