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The Click - World Went Crazy lyrics
[Preacher] When I said it once (When I said it once) I said it all (I said it all) Watch (Watch) Pray (Pray) And live Holy (And live Holy) Amen (Amen) [* Applause *] BASE ROCKS NIGGA!!! [Hook: E-40] I remember when the world went crazy back in 1985 I remember when rock cocaine used to be rich man kind of high Till one day in my neighborhood motherfuckers started havin' fetti They was hangin' on the corner yellin' "BASE ROCKS NIGGA!" Bumpin' Too Short "Blowjob Betty" [E-40] Eleven, fifteen, sixty-seven nigga learn about it A nine pound breach baby, future Al Capone Hit the cradle with a big ass naple, young beginner I tend to be well, country club cross child care center First grade elementary, mama Vista walkin' the home trail Bobby leavin' after school, snotty nose Fist fightin' in the battlefield Thumps, bought some matches books Live down the street from coochie dippin' drive With the girls and guys I prepared for the worse Moms and pops divorced Time to switch the scene Smob to magazine Government grilled cheese single-parent inner-city shit Only way to get your's Is to get out there and pull some sort of illegal shit Way before the distribution of the coca plant Niggas was pushin' grass Residue from the hip, concentrated hash My folks from the hood helped raise me Can you remember when the world went crazy [Hook] [E-40] Now it's 1984 And I haven't quite made my way up to a unit yet My sinister game was boomin But I haven't quite made my way up to a unit yet Standin' in front of my next door neighbor's house I made my own set, money was comin' to me Turf fired up, base rock boomer Only nigga in the town besides cokin' sidin' in the Cougar LL had the bumble and so did Bobby Jenkins Everybody in Viejo yo ass was on grimmies Smash through Foley Park with tremendo Claimin' hella fame and the dope fiend window To a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin' big rigga, BITCH! [Hook] [E-40] Livin' it up to the fullest Never thinkin' about givin' it up Maybe it will maybe it won't be foolish To get out of dodge and drove to Grambling College Me and that nigga B-Legit On some ol' D-Shot I'm home sick Ripped back on tron, garglin' rocks and rhymes From turf to turf, when it goes from worse to worst Ain't no fuckin' mirst gotta go for what it's worth Young Ive with Yap and cousin Cavio On the two-four twist like this Suga, E-40, D-Shot, Legit Who never had no ideal that we would become The Click Shot the game to the left, got it up to par Now that's how the fuck you become a rap star [Hook x2] [E-40 talking] C-L-I-C-K in this motherfucker It's 40 out on a solo shot Smab, smab, smab [* Sniffs *] [* Burps *] Swirvin' BITCH! [Repeated till end] BASE ROCKS...BASE ROCKS NIGGA!!! |
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