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Da Hol 9 - Click Clack lyrics
f/ Lil' Jon [Lil' Jon] YEAH! check this out (what's up?) You bout to witness, some real muthafuckin game (okay) All the way from the muthafuckin STL (okay) Wit ya boy Lil Jon (YEAH!) thats me nigga (uh-huh) ATL, it's goin down, Kemo (YEAH!), my nigga Kaos (YEAH!) So spit that muthafuckin real shit for these bitch ass niggas (uh uh) [Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos] - repeat 2X 1- Click clack, click clack goes the AK 2- You know mo get left in the urr, yes'ir yes'ir so uh 1- It's pistol play, every day, all daaaaay 2- There's too many niggas that I know from the block Get knocked and uh.. [Verse 1: Kemo] I'm a, grinda fuck off my dick, I'm a, reach back slap the fuck out my bitch Dump rounds, watch shells jump the fuck out the clip 36 ounces on the scale, chop the fuck out a brick Damnit I'm sick, watch me when I handle my shit Eat bitch niggas for breakfast like ham and my grits Rollin them bole, cross me and I'm smokin yo ho Just becuz I live out here there ain't no control of the MO Holdin the fo', fo' cock it back then I blow The brains out the other side of yo 'fro Muthafucka becuz you jivin them mo' Bend over, you know that I'm the pride of the MO Jump out the bushes like "surprise" on the mo We on yo block, with the cake and no need for no glock It's a hatin I'm receivin yo spot, I just wanna be yo cut So muthafuckin bad my dick ain't hard I spray AK Allay, 45 hundred tips off in yo jaw bitch [Hook] - repeat 2X [Verse 2: Kaos] Niggas try me like new pussy but always end up gettin fucked Cuz I'm takin niggas heads off like Chris Pronger wit that puck See all the niggas that I roll wit give out punkin head urry week Dumpin lead, thurl g'z, run up in the club pumpin shit We out that Lou, I thought you knew me and my crew is unstoppable Like Warner to Faulk, Crouch, Proehl, Holt & Bruce You couldn't top us or stop us wit choppas or proper vopers Derty if you paid for it, even if you prayed for it If ain't gon happen like yo squad beatin the Lakers in 4 It ain't gon' go mo, yo boys want mo' They roll wit bitch niggas, pussy whipped niggas, big lipped niggas Them talk shit niggas, cant get rich niggas, you know them Get pissed niggas thats always wit niggas that make a bitch Trick niggas, them skeet lil' shady slick niggas, we beat them group niggas Keepin them brick niggas, switch hit niggas, sit and sip niggas Them nina click niggas [Hook] - repeat 2X [Verse 3: Kemo] Now watch me, parlay to the muthafuckin Cut' and get my gat Investigate all you want, you ain't never know where my pistol at No suspect, no motives, no witnesses, no clue Nigga my alibis that I don't know what the fuck done happened to you's Wit my crew that night, drank a brew that night, shake a boot that night Act a fool tonight, celebrate put 17 shots off in you tonight Send to be another kinda red comin from ya head in a same slum wit a government Infrared deal, same stuff and a real deal, same song wit that la-bel And I gotta keep my shit cocked cuz the block be hot that's why I be screamin That same shit (what kind of shit nigga?) insane shit I remember when we used to get up on the roof and, nigga the next police ride Down this muthafuckin nigga we shootin, hoes in a blue suit and Hideout, regroup and, every pistol we shoot man, we gotta use 2 hands Nigga I'm comin, nigga I'm gunnin', nigga I'm bustin, nigga you runnin Jumpin, nigga you duckin [Hook] - repeat 4X |
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