- The Click Mic Check 歌詞
- The Click
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Muthafuckas dont understand how we do it check game
I take a slow beat, and do a fast rap
Im not a mark simp trick or a punk sap
I bust the lyrics so quick you must admit my rhymes on hit
You know that nigga from the click
The one that be talkin all that shit
So take a puff of the potent dank
While I make yo ass thank
Then go mobbin through the town on a full tank
Crank up the beat
Voicetress, make that shit throb
Stick yo head out the window and say whats up sahob
I take a slow beat, and bust a slow rhyme
You see the motherfuckin dank will do it all the time
It gets me in the mood (in the mood) that is so relaxed
Stalking with gen and then I gotta tax
So now Im on baby with the top down
Reload pound, call Legit a cock hound
And Im looking for a bitch thats known foe
I heard she could blow, I wanna hook her at my studio
Thats right, fool its the calvary
So dont be mad at thee
We spittin that good stuff on the mic for a salary
My name is E-40 and Im known as a hill billy
Straight from the Hillside of the V
Im having money
I got my feddi on
Im popping con
Just to fuck with your dome, like right about now
You should be saying 'dude kinda tight though'
But let me hush before I start up a fight you know
As far as funk man I think you autta not (autta what?)
Even attempt to run up youll get taught (thats right)
By some chitterling eating hog maw
Niggas that be beating down fools putting suckers to sleep
We walks around stage looking heck of Humongous
Rappers step up and get pilled like a sun kiss
We them fools that youve been hearing about The Click
The word on the streets is that we comin up too quick
Some might think Im slanging yola, icecream, candy see but
They done fucked around and let us blacks make money leagally
Now its gotten to the point to where its really uncontrollable
40 takes advantage of the rap game gullible
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I take a slow beat, like I did at first
Cuz Im still with the bitch in the first
Shes down on her knees, and Im on the dank
I would stop pluggin but you know I cant (cant)
Never been down with O.P.P without money
So hear this shit here honey
I know you got mail, its close to the first
You should have a fat ass knot in your purse (thats right)
So once you start nuttin get a Jackson
Then for me, you always get action
And fuck a tore up ass hoochie with a withered ass coochie
See a nigga in boosey, then wanna give up the pussy (heyyy)
I tell a bitch in a minute check game hoe Im po
And I aint got no motherfuckin cash flow (thats right)
Never would furnish a hoe, ride her around in some limos
And buy her things that contempo
Fuck that, that aint my fortay
That there part of the game, I dont play
Tweek off my tounge rolling up zags getting twisted
The form of speach that I be spittin is unlisted
I fucks with game unposted timex Carlos Rossi
I got crew bank but Im like Ted Deebiassi
Im not a nothing ass nigga, just down for my riches
I wairs big Britches, dont hang around snitches
Serious about my motherfucking capital (capital)
Oozy wipping those who take me practical
You know
He a fool with that one
C-L-I-C-K in this motherfucka (testing testing one two)
E-40 alias Mr Flamboyant (Testing testing one two)
1992 Magazine street my sahobs, wassup hillside
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