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The Click - Blowin' Hot Air lyrics
[* Beep *] [Answering Machine] Good evening, at the tone Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07 [The Click talking] Ya know how us bosses step up, know what I mean Ya do what we do and do what we do to get paid We get paid, some quintessential, real ass niggas Stack chips and make some money up Ya know, I said r-realize the game Stack chips and make some money up I said r-realize the game Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' money man I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' bank I s-said realize the game [E-40] Look here, abominable, honorable Countable, astronomical but monumental I used sell and serve pops up out my auntie's Pinto Still keepin' it ghetto, barbecuin' in the front yard Slappin' bones, ton of niggas perkin' Recitin' lyrics from my songs Ain't nobody hurtin' we all workin' Tryin' to have loot, in the studio With hangovers tryin' to re-coop I get down, ballin' like Kobe Bryant You niggas is lousy, small things to a giant How you gonna be swappin' up my style And goin' off by a crack in my units I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click The super kind, I love to spit That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him Took his music out of the streets Policy out on a small fee Now to be clear, without equal Both young and new MCs out for dinner Crackin' ho ass niggas off something gravy Especially when I get to doin' it by the way, hey So that nigga told me, that's square But why ya wanna get in on that sucker sauce B I didn't ask you to get on this album Cause he knew I'd fuck him off [Hook] Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) [D Shot] I couldn't hold myself back my niggas I'm no longer in the background niggas It's 2000 and I'm shittin' on niggas I'm callin' shots to the streets my nigga So niggas, they run and hide under bosses No longer in California cause it's too many crosses You fucked around and got a tip from a mad bitch Cause you was next on the motherfuckin' hit list You got ya ghetto pass revoked cause you ain't real If you didn't get to steppin' you was gettin' killed Rapper, slash street hustler They both the same, a buster is a buster Ain't got no chance to revive yourself Get that buster out ya soul and ask God for help Nigga, times is a wastin' What the fuck ya gon' do, ain't nobody got no patience [B-Legit] Nigga this ain't no fun, dat nigga (Nigga) Nigga this'll have yo hat tacked nigga (Nigga) Lay ya head flat dat nigga (Nigga) Smashin' up the wrong way nigga (Nigga) Niggas side to side, shoulder shoulder Ain't never stepped foot outside without my bulldozer Hops off in the Nova, we keeps it cheesy and real greasy Like Church's with game for you to purchase Keep bitch niggas nervous Nigga this Click shit, don't get it misconscrued It's nothin' to catch yo bitch ass on a move We don't lose, nigga we like them V's we batter and bruise And leave ya ass leakin' sloppy for the ten o'clock news [Hook] [D Shot] I'm off that Click shit, sick shit Hog shit, mob shit Fuck with my family you get yo jaw split Off the 2-11 still reserved, I'm on one Strike a inner in a T-Bird, I blow one We on that nigga shit, I can't believe it Ya so damn niggarish, best believe it A got some bad come holler at me Ya hope to take the THC, hit ya for the half P [B-Legit] I'm slippery, see it's trickery to get with me Claimin' victory, leavin' niggas hickory Party history, things remain a mystery Got the quick of me, niggas ain't shit to me Swiftly ain't no ands buts or ifs with me I'm sickery, state pen stickery Ice pickerly, main vein literally It's part of me, I'm hard on the arteries Got the arch with me, fuck a nigga parking E Cross this T, then send him out to sea Where the bodies be deep and titanicaly Franticaly, some niggas panicky I'm the sample G, I handle things savagely Above average things, especially for the cabbage tree Niggas mad at me and really ain't around me For your anatomy it's fully automatically [E-40 talking] And I said to myself, Ya know what pimpin' Dude a lot of these niggas is tardy and they need a tutor Due to the fact that a lot of these niggas Wasn't brought up under the umbrella Ya know, and a lot of these triple OG ass niggas They ain't really been passin' the game down Like we was laced and groomed on Ya know what I mean back in the early 80s Ya know what I mean, to these young niggas man I mean I analyze this shit nigga I mean it is small things to a giant The way I do these damn things man I mean a lot of these niggas, hey you know what I've been caught between a rock and a political hard place On how to explain the game to these squares man I mean these niggas is just a square As my motherfuckin' back pockets man I'm off this Colo Vasey, this is Click shit all day On you bitch ass niggas [Hook] |
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