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The Click - Out My Body lyrics
[E-40] Tennessee tighty, I went out my body Had a little too much to drink Almighty God can you show me some leeway I'm seein twos on the mutha fuckin fr, a freeway [B-Legit] I comin out the gate crooked and I'm loosey Got the tech and my deck and some mob music Hit the strip tryin to catch me a twenty doosey Drinkin bombay mixin it with orange juice [E-40] Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in One or less more violation and he's lookin at ten So we gon live it up and act bad balls And party til the mutha fuckin wheels fall off [B-Legit] Hope those wheels ain't made of stone Five in the mornin and I still ain't home Man I'm tore like never before On the couch assed out with my eyes on low [E-40] Tonight we gon smoke.. burrito size Taylors served with Vegas Like to drink beer with mashed potatoes Steak and chicken, eggs and grits Clicked out shit makes platinum hits [Chorus] [E-40] I don't really know why niggas made me go way out my body, way out, my body.. I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare I'm way out, my body, way out, my body [E-40] A'ight B I heard the yak went quack, zob schilacked Multi-orgasms and the bitch collapsed [B-Legit] From the back I bash all night I last When I grab that ass long dick ya daz [E-40] A ruh uh ruh uh ran up on her, from Tacoma Man that bitch had miles on her [B-Legit] Fuckin wit a pimp bitch you ain't heard You can start me in the mornin with a bottle of 'birds Lick on the hip and watch the dickhead rise Up under your legs, in between your thighs [E-40] Long range pimpin, LRPs No high jeans no ticks and fleas [B-Legit] Wake me in the mornin cause at night I snores Alcohol comin all out my pores Four-door drivin and I'm fast asleep Bitch next to me in the passenger seat [Chorus] [E-40] Certified top hat, one of the truest Timin like my niggas up in east St. Louis [B-Legit] Jack be Daniels, Jack be swift My niggas in the H-Town smoke the spliffs [E-40] Juice and Vodka, the tower of power A plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour [B-Legit] I don't stop perkin keeps in goin A full house in my dank room blow air [E-40] Nigga disrespect don't let it slide Go get your entourage fool time to ride [B-Legit] I spots red lights and I'm loose and lick Open bottle and a gat in my glove compartment [E-40] Alcohol, tabacco and firearms But this time man it's a false alarm I really wish I took another route But I'm gone out my body way out [Chorus] |
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