Artist: Screwed Up Click f/ H.A.W.K., Big Pokey, Lil' Keke Album: Straight Wreckin: The S.U.C. Mixtape Vol. 1 Song: Since I Seen You Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) For the grown and sexy S.U.C. style, that's what it is man [Hook] Since I seen you, we've been people You're my equal, this love is see through I wanna keep you, I wanna be with you [Lil' Keke] It's been rapture for love, since I layed eyes on ya You captured a thug, and a real nigga wants ya Hips thighs legs, boo you a woman Horse on the track, baby girl keep running So-so jazzy, but a skeet taste nasty She was Jaguar classy, couldn't let that pass me True sex appeal, with the looks that kill Flat stomach fat ass, with Stilleto heels I'm a gangsta making money, so sugar that's what it's bout If you talking my lil' language, then bitch just speak it out I'm a superstar, but this chick got value In a slab day, dreaming of a moment to have ya H-Town, and I'm known as a playa Key to the city, VIP like the mayor I'm looking in your eyes, it's the windows to your soul 28 years old, and I'm Northpole cold [Hook] [Big Pokey] The sun, won't shine forever But as long as it's here, then we might as well shine together Have you rocking crock coats, and the finest leather Full-in minks, D.G. boots and better D.R. suits and sweaters, I got it you got it And the best part of getting it, is when I get you up out it I'm vibing on your skin tone, trying to be alone Wanna move you down put you up, so I could be at home But your curves, got a nigga attention I need a broad with benefits, like a 9-5 with a pitching I'm digging in your trenches, get some wig on the benches Sit you on the 20 inches, there's corners need some frenches For real, let's run up in the room and chill Ocean view, we can see the moon in here Cook a nigga some'ing, let me bump some'ing slow Give it to me in the bed, and wake up on the flo' I know what I know, and I can see what it show When it talk to me, say I don't need another hoe you know [Hook] [H.A.W.K.] Was it love at first sight, or the sound of loud pipes Or the lights on the chrome, on my Harley bike Your jeans were so tight, that ass was just right I'm feeling like Betty Write, tonight's the night Since my game was up to par, and you know who I are I raised the bar, had you standing there in aw Now check my repitoure, since we are people One plus one, always equal Two, me up inside of you Hiding you, cause I can't confide in you And now the plot thickens, and I'm on a mission Switching positions, hitting from the couch to the kitchen Now baby girl listen, as I whisper in your ear It go all up in ya, just like the pas-mere We share so many years, and I want you to know I'ma keep you by my side, and I don't wanna let you go [Hook]