Styles P - Scream L.O.X. lyrics

One , one , one Yeah! It's the second time around! Ya know , ya heard , (y'all know who this is) The real L.O.X. (no doubt) As we proceed To get rid of that bullsh** (that's right) And give you what you need CHORUS: Scream L Cuz we livin and we love the life Scream O We official and we override Scream X Cuz we experts and experienced (who is it n***a) We gon k** till we die and be ruff when we ride (One more time c'mon) Scream L Cuz we livin and we love the life Scream O We official and we override Scream X Cuz we experts and experienced We gon k** till we die and be ruff when we ride [Sheek] Who that kid that Fly in his truck High as f** Mami on my side she weeded I'm henneseyed up Wet like flipper Dick out my zipper Kind of soft Waitin for this b**h to finish her weed to s** me off I'm done now Step out my truck then peep out my style Place a hundred in this bum cup in front of Mr. Chow Glock 19 Laser beam f** it no vest today No stress today , that's how I'm feelin today But if y'all shoot you think I won't put this b**h in my way I got love for my n***as that's deeper than lava Hotter than lava You point him out I'll pop the revolver Two years in jail and I don't need no package or nothing Sheek Louch true to this sh** Y'all n***as is frontin We some evil motherf**ers you can tell when we smirk Comes to money we ain't got no patience like doctors who don't work We drink till it don't hurt And the pain go away Now who you know out there who's f**in with Sheek, Styles, and J C'mon [Styles] What comes around goes around and I'm waitin to die I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky I get blasted off the liquor, sell d**, carry a 5th f** with my dogs Till they put me in a morgue And even when I'm alone it's me and my toast Me and my ghost I wonder who get heated the most If you didn't live the life you probably couldn't relate I turn your face into pudding in the hood with an 8th n***as beef over crack sales Scrap over hood rats Die over dice games You f**in with us And I'mma still pop sh** ridin up on a bus Like I'mma f** a n***a up when I'm outta these cuffs And blow three n***as down cuz only cowards'll bluff Play it sweet when it's sour as f** Calicoed up Money and the j**els and the powder is up I'mma make a n***a leak like I hit him with dust [Jadakiss] Nowadays it cost money to breathe That's why I tote around three Ankle to waist and one in my sleeve f** security y'all can give that money to me Cuz when the bullets go off they be under the tree I'm at your chick's house bagging up Groupies styled out The Kool-Aid too sweet and the phone don't dial out You don't gotta like me I show up to your wedding Rockin a white tee Your wife like oohh-wee And if I dance wit her Then I got a chance wit her But I ain't gonna do her I'mma wait till after the honeymoon to screw her And let n***as run through her For y'all that's behind that wall blockin the street Homemade doorags off the top of the briefs Everybody get they turn to live You just gotta know when it's your turn don't burn your bridge And all the real n***as will die the worms'll live And that's real f**ed up but that's how sh** is Scream it CHORUS