Artist: Screwed Up Click Album: The Take Over Song: After the Club Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yeah, S.U.C. is in the building uh-huh Talking all that shit nigga, what it do [H.A.W.K.] You could meet us in the parking lot, ain't nothing else to talk about Bout to see what H.A.W.K. about, I'ma teach your ass bout showing out I'ma beat ya till your ass pout, call your homeboys out Put the pistol to your mouth, and dare your ass to even cough Yeah I'm from the dirty South, H-Town Texas Put one in solo plexes, and then take your necklace I'm untamed and reckless, so please do not test this I'll shoot up your Lexus, so please do not mess with Me Z-Ro or Mike D, or you will have to fight me And that shit excite me, cause I swing these hands nicely I'm asking you politely, and I ain't gon' tell you twice G I'ma pull out my knife G, and commits to sight see So don't take us lightly, when you see us in the club Keep it real and showing love, or the parking lot'll be filled with blood Giving slugs doing drugs, niggaz lying in pools of blood Niggaz fingers cut to nubs, for fucking with these Texas thugs [Trae] Ain't too much finna to be said, I promise you mayn Left and right hooks, the hands might come at ya mayn Asshole By Nature bitch, so remember the name Unless you wanna get a hot one, inside of your frame You might wanna get back dog, you out of your lane Cause if y'all in my arena, bitch I'm out of ya mayn A clip full of hollow tips, right on front of ya mayn And plus my kin folk Ro, right on side of me mayn Ready for drama, we ready to scrap Hop out the drop, 4-5 in my lap Sizing me up, we gon' see who gets slapped Got me fucked up, now bitch where it's at Screwed Up Click nigga, we in the parking lot For an' one of y'all, who like to bark a lot Got a fully round clip, that likes to spark a lot We run this shit, fuck what you thought about Half of these niggaz, don't wanna see Trae I'm well respected, from the West to the Tre Plus I'm backed up, with two AK's And the H-G-C's, with Trae blue and grey And I got a few Blood's, in the red and the black In a slab packed, with a few black macks Making these bitch made niggaz, back back H-Town hoe, niggaz know where it's at [Chorus] You can meet us in the parking lot, after the club Don't get scurred now nigga, you done just fucked up You can meet us in the parking lot, after the club We can address that issue, just bring your pistol wit cha You can meet us in the parking lot, after the club You was talking shit at first, nigga what you scared of You can meet us in the parking lot, after the club Buck shot slugs nigga, buck shot slugs [Mike D] When they finally come get me, bury me teflon down Fifty boxes pouring pint of drank, a half a pound Cause I know my soul, being cast to hell Cross your legs put your feet up, got a story to tell Look how he booting me hard, mean mugging me hard Make that flashback, think I'm back on the yard Knife chained by my neck, pistol in my holster Snuck him in this bitch, even though I ain't suppose to Put the mash on boys, like you and your weak crew Intimidate boys, when we do what we do Lock it up loc it up, roll it up smoke it up Three puff pass rule, nigga we smoke that fine dope This time I mean it nigga, I plan to stay free I gotta feed my family, rap gotta pay me And if it don't, then I'm off to them Tre streets Down 10, rumbling them flatland streets [Z-Ro] In the parking lot, we ain't gotta trip now You don't want a nigga, to bust your lip now So go on catch your breath, and sit down But when you come outside, be ready to get down Ain't no bitch nigga, gon' disrespect me Get killed, you don't wanna try to check me Left and right jabs, quicker than a jet ski Wetting me a nigga, so a nigga don't wet me Look me upside my head, I ain't tripping Long as you ain't fucking with my bread, I ain't tripping But get outta line, and go to looking me up and down The blood start dripping, the blood start dripping AK slugs, zip across taper fades Repping S.U.C., we don't play no games So meet me in the parking lot, simple and plain Don't be reaching, cause I will put a double in your brain I'll slide me a nigga And if I gotta hide me a nigga, I'ma hide a bitch Treat a nigga so wrong, I'ma feel disrespected Then I'ma tie him up, and I'ma ride the bitch Now post show, now you don't really wanna see all that You don't really need to be all that Cause if you and your people, respect my mind and fall back Fuck around and fall flat On your face, make a move and it's on today Fuck going outside, I'm going for my gun What you gon' do nigga, fight or run If you can't back up your words, watch your tongue Cause I'll be the one, that'll put his hands on ya Inside or outside the club You fucking with a sharp shooter, bitch I should pick you off And leave you dead, right outside the club [Chorus]