DJ Screw — Sittin on Top of the World Freestyle

[Intro: Chris Ward] [?], do a little somethin' You sit on top [?] You know how it be [Verse 1: Chris Ward] Well, I'm sittin' on top of the world Drippin', drape, [?], candy paint with a swirl Pickin' up boppers, scoopin' [?] Watch me come down with my wood grain, on choppers Lookin' real good from my hood, it's understood This is Lil D and these haters wish they could Knock me off my game, I'm grippin' on grain Puttin' haters in they grave [?] On the mane, I ain't trippin', syrup, I be sippin' Leanin' on a mothafuckin' switch while I'm pimpin' Callin' up these hoes, ridin' on vogues Lil D actin' bad, foreign clothes Got Versace, hoes watch me Watch me come down, [?] [?] back in the game, I'm grippin' grain Lil D causin' pain, haters' goin' insane Now I'm finna look real good Chris talkin' 'bout grippin' on this wood You wanna talk down on some mothafuckin' hater Or you wanna look good choppin' on some fuckin' gators Sittin' on top Had to ride flip-flop, ridin' drip-drop In the, hit the [?] boulevard This is Chris Ward and you know I'm from the north Ridin' to the what, headin' to the classic Draped like a casket, man, I brought the tragic Had to hit you up one time, let my top down My bubble eyes shine, my seats dip, recline Blades choppin', hoes still boppin' I'm on the boulevard and you see I'm still shoppin' 'Cause it, it ain't no stoppin', I'm still up Hit the boulevard, the trunk popped up And I'm smokin', yeah, you know I'm loc-in' Hit the boulevard and the weed got me chokin' But I'm well-relaxed, sittin' sideways on the highways Ejected high [?], poppin' Friday [?] [?] Comin' on down in my candy red tart [?] green, I popped up on the scene [?] sittin' in the limousine And I'm still pimpin', people still [?] Comin' down, yeah, the hoes be peepin' Lookin' at a nigga, [?] I done copped clean, squeezin' on the trigger Big boy chrome to your dome, I represent the Stone '96 big body, man, what's goin' on? I'm ridin' far, I'm ridin' long, this shit don't stop I'm ridin' flip-flop and I'm in the drip-drop Hip-hop what I die for I might fly for a milli' And come on down and get in it Let me wreck [?], I might be bumpin' Comin' on down on the boulevard thumpin' Yes, I'm knockin', hoes still jockin' Doors is unlockin', roof might be poppin' Up to the top, this shit don't stop Man, what's up? Had to holler at the pop [?] at the fuckin' shop Fade a nigga up, cut a little off the top I'm hollerin' at [?] I'm hollerin' at the [?] What's up [?]? [Verse 2: AD] Man, hold up, this that nigga AD Watch me floss [?] state, can't you see? Player out the south with the bird Yeah, I come through, dirty two ounce, big cup of syrup [?] four-deep [?] out the [?] And I come down and I thought you ho-ass niggas knew That we gon' show up to show our [?] It's that AD, who in the hell did you expect it to be? Out the damn three Watch me come doors sittin' low in my seat Backdoor choppin' with the buttons, yeah, the blades Yeah, I keep them boppin'-ass hoes in a daze When I pull up at the light, turnin' lanes It's that AD on the main, workin' grain [?] for my partners out the fuckin' [?] [?] them hatin' niggas, [?] wouldn't wanna do Yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout the P.O.E. and the [?] A nigga come down and I'm feelin' type on the fuckin' floor Many boys go to fold Many... [Interlude: Big Floyd] Uh, man, it's goin' down, know what I'm sayin'? Boys on the stone Screw [?] puttin' it down, know what I'm sayin'? Big Floyd, representin' my mind Smokin' raspberry Goin' down like this, know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 3: Big Floyd] Say he watch me lay low, never come in high I'm a real G, stayin' high 'til I die B-I-G, it's F-L-O-Y-D Watch me raise up in my drop-top seat Bouncin' down the boulevard, watch me just roll Young nigga like to just let the dollars fold Let 'em all fold, yeah, I'm talkin' green Talkin' 'bout, in the hood sippin' codeine That's the Par', you can call it syrup I'm a young nigga, like to smoke a lot of herb Watch me go fly on the plane, pound Mary Jane Me and the Screw [?] Out the frame, on my name 'cause I'm real Shinin', gold grill, jumpin' out of jail [?] On the grind, true south sider Watch me crawl low on my motherfuckin' spiders Welcome to the ghetto, it's Third Ward, Texas Boys choppin' blades on their motherfuckin' Lexus Boys rollin' butter, some comin' white It's that Big Floyd, throwin' trays in the night See, I'm just crawlin' down the sand, trunk like a band Fuckin' with a [?], we not down with the Klan Down with Black, it can't be no other Got a damn stallion and she gon' just smother me a steak I'm dripped up and draped A yellow ho in shape, it's Big Floyd on the plate I'm fuckin' with the Screw and we still goin' slow Pass it to [?] 'cause he's never been no ho [Outro] [?] I can't even fuck with that Screw, you wanna do this? [?] Let me end it Boys from the stone [?], know what I'm sayin'? Goin' down, south side, know what I'm sayin'? Gotta feel this Raspberry [?]