Jammin Screw Songtext
von Fat Pat

Bully God, baby
It′s going down
South C for you and me, yo
Uh

Rollin' down the street on them swangas
Jammin′ on that screw
(Rick Shaw, baby, uh, whoo, Rick Shaw, baby)
Rollin' down the street on them swangas
Jammin' on that screw
(Bully God, uh, whoo, Bully God)

Rollin′ down with swangas, and I′m feelin' so tight
Ridin′ 'bout these bubbles, and I′m shinin' so bright
Lookin′ at the boppers, watchin' me crawl through the light
And I know what they're sayin′, I′m lookin' so fly


Rollin′ down the street on them swangas
Jammin' on that screw
(Rollin′ down on them swangas, lookin' good)
Rollin′ down the street on them swangas
Jammin' on that screw
(On that screw)

On the screw when I come through
Makin' boys off, it′s you know who
Mr. Fat Pat, the squat style to chat
Red flows, wood grain, neon in the back
I′m cuttin' ′em no slack when I hit the lot
Grab my remote, give it all that it got
I'm shinin′, lookin' good, rubbers in my hood
And when I open up my trunk, my point is understood

I′m grippin' on my wood, I'm swangin′ on my fours
Screw tape in my deck, tap-tap on them hoes
As I crawl down slow, outside on the beach
Paint drippin′ wet, run the light, hit the switch
Body rock the biz 'cause it′s all in your face
One love to my nigga who ain't here to see the day
Rest in parlay ′cause it's still goin′ down
It ain't been the same since they put him in the ground


Rollin' down the street on them swangas
Jammin′ on that screw
(Rollin′ down on them swangas, lookin' good)
Rollin′ down the street on them swangas
Jammin' on that screw
(On that screw)

There I go swangin′, flossin' through the hood
Candy red, popped up, lookin′ good
Like I could, I knew I would blow up in this rap game
Make paper, have fame, make 'em all scream my name
Love this thang, keep my gang, ain't no shame, we untamed
Flow rare, that′ll change your brain, gettin′ stained
Fly to the plane, make it rain, big ol' bubs
I got love comin′ down on screw the dubs

Put this up and get the dough, just to let these haters know
How I slow, skip your ho, there I go, friend or foe
Want my squad all off, fat packs in the house
Know what I'm talkin′ 'bout and I′m steady groovin' to this shit
Slow down, make it hit, dumpin' haters in the ditch
Bend the corner, hit the switch, three wheel on the tree
No love, no bitch, like I love my shit
Candy red turn heads and when she go to bed
She be fantasizin′ on my load ′bout to explode

Rollin' down the street on them swangas
Jammin′ on that screw
(Rollin' down on them swangas, lookin′ good)
Rollin' down the street on them swangas
Jammin′ on that screw
(On that screw)