The Legend lyrics

Artist  : Dj Screw 
Song : The Legend



 Send "The Legend" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ E.S.G., Lil Baller, Lucky, Slim Thug







(*talking*)



Hope y'all can hear me out there



Mic check to the world, huh



Broadcasting, 2000 and 1, still at Screw's
house



Huh, he back on the table, but you just don't see
him



You got to feel him, know what I'm talking
bout



E.S.G. huh, the god, the legend what



Putting it down, my partna Slim Thug, huh



Lil Baller up in here, Lucky we bout to do this
man



My partna the legend, uh, feel this feel this







[Hook: Lucky]



Here's a little story, from the Freestyle King



Just some Down South G's, forfilling they
dreams



Gripping on pine, swanging through your town



It's that boy E.S.G., and you know he gon
clown







[E.S.G.]



Hold up hold up, open up who's this



The one who made you say Maan, new year new
shit



My twinkies twist Screwed Up Click, you can ask
Pres. Bush



I'm the state representative, man take a look



Open your eyes up better wise up, now how you
love that



I'm in Memphis fucking chickenheads, me and
Project Pat



Paper stacks what we got, platinum ice up in my
mouth



Hardest legend up out the South, E.S.G. gon spell
it out



Now the S is for the Southside, which I claim



Now the C is for the way my partna, changed the
game



Sipping bar now the R, for his first name



Which is Robert, Robert you know I felt your
pain



Now the next letter E, I'ma hold it down for
you



What's the last one fool, ahh shit W



That's for Screw too and Screw too, now I'm about
to wreck



Left the world slowed down, and ain't caught up
yet







[Hook: Lucky]



See the Slim Thug, boppers bopping



Hatas hate so they mug, pouring it up



And sipping drank out a jug, boss hogg



Keeping it crunk in the club, with that boy Mr.
Luck'







[Slim Thug]



My freestyle is flawless, my lifestyle is
flawless



Them Boss Hogg Outlaw boys, be the rawest



Much love to the legend, by the name of DJ
Screw



I'm strutting on buttons, coming through candy
blue



Paid dues broke the rules, putting it down with
Big Tyme



Candy do's glass 4's, is how that H-Town shine



I'm on a million dolla grind, you can tell when
you see me



All that balling that's on T.V., that's me in
3-D



20 inches off the ground, dropping 20 inch
screens



When Slim Thug on the scene, you see seedy green
that lean



I'm a show flow wrecker, I put my money on my
mouth



It's the boss of the North, putting it down with
the South



Looking good in a Fleetwood, I'm pulling bops in
my drop



We keep straight through stop signs, and pop
trunk on cops



Slim Thug, E.S.G., taking our respect



Northside Houston Tex, 'nuff said who's next
ha







[Hook: Lucky]



Lil Baller, shot caller



Got Excursions, Durangos and Impalas



And all us, fin to do our thang



Ice on piece and chain, wrist and the pinky
ring







[Lil Baller]



DJ Screw, this Lil Baller and I never met you
mayn



But from them boys and to you mixing, can't
forget you mayn



I came a long way, from playing Atari



Now I'm Jaguar and Rover, and a Gucci Ferrari



I'm back and I'm on the scene, and I got my mean
mug



And I'm fin to do a track with E.S.G., and that
boy Slim Thug



Now from the Northside, to the Southside



Everybody mouth drop, it's open wide



And now I'm talking bout, when y'all see me on
your block



I see y'all dropping top, and I see the blades
chop



And when y'all see me open the trunk, knock
knock



And y'all gon see the way I do it, from the top
top



And I'm fin to wreck it mayn, put it down with
Big Tyme



Fin to do a big rhyme, then I get my big shine



And y'all boys, really ain't ready



Cause down here, we ch-chop like mechettis







[Hook: Lucky]



Grip wood grain, swang lane to lane



Pop my trunk, and let the 18's bang



Steady jamming Screw, till the end of time



Even though you gone, you still on my time







Yeaah-yeeah uh huh, uh huh







(*scratching*)