I can see your shadow lying in the moonlight I can hear your heartbeat playing on my right side Every night I long for this, makin' up what I miss I
Children behave That's what they say when we're together And watch how you play They don't understand and so we're Runnin' just as fast as we can Holdin
You gave me something, I understand, You gave me loving in the palm of my hand I can't tell you how I feel My heart is like a wheel Let me roll it Let
I got a cell phone, trampoline, a year's worth of magazines I even got a new pair of Chucks I got a surf board, swimming pool, a mustang convertible
On the boardwalk Working two shifts Saving for that diamond ring Then I'll quit All the cool kids Hanging south pier Guess I'll have it figured out by
She calls me baby then she wont call me says she adores me and then ignores me (Jenny, What's the problem?) She keeps her distance and sits on fences
I remember on one night the kid cut off his right arm In a fit to save a bit of power He got fifty thousand watts In a big acoustic tower Security's
red dot on you, like a 7Up can Some of y'all caught feelings from way back Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach But I'm still bucking like, five
Big Shasta) [talking:] Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building nigga We talking bout lovely days, getting paid Puffing on that haze, g'eah Screwed Up Click
compensation The hood is on fire, other soldiers won't let it down They ain't set tripping but out here jacking has been alive Misery spinning what they clicking
of some ni**az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me (Throw ya hands up, hands up) They can't hide, listen to the rough s**t, my click (Throw
I'm violent Chorus: 1st occurance: as written 2nd occurance: add last three lines again 3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice 4th occurance: repeat first five
[Intro] One, two, Bone is coming for you Three, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
in the war when you niggas get serious, let a nigga know, maybe then we can roll. Nigga bad to the Bone, But I sure dont click with hoes and no bustas
all night, Catch a slug or chill, bill collectors better respect 'em Mo Thug, sellin' dubs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum check 'em, Click-click
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
three out of five Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click
