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