oh shoot - get a load of that fruit in thigh high boots, red tighy whiteys and blue cat suit even the rats know it's tacky - "y'all ain't seen me slippin
, I feel, like I wanna bite his head off Yeah, that'd be fun 'Coz I sure got an appetite I click my heels together three times They sparked a little
how it is That's how it is, if I would just read in my motherfuckin crib I threw a blue pack in mad heat But 5-0 better know click-click that's how we
, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang bang The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm with You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy
clear your throats Nickatina been at since 11 Got me a spot up in gang bang heaven My mother use ta say that I was like a little reverend That's why
wit the lazy eye, bomb wit facts From the street Bible or the street Quran Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on I'm a nappy little nigga,
foreigner First your beats had me running to the running man Then your chat had me wanna do the boogie man Click suits and booted in the Timbaland Freakin
and I'm mac like Bernie I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim I can click just like the boot camp but
Sup? Let's go (Yo Snoop Dogg, yo Dre, yo Too $hort E-40 and the motherfucking Click) Nuff respect to the West coast (Duh, duh, duh) Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard
Conflict bumpin Your trunk and we steady dumpin [Crunchy Black?] It's a motherfuckin stick up Giddy your shit up Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up Crucial Conflict, click
my own bail, commence to ass kickin Lick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" Disrespect my click, my shit
a what? He's a newspaper man And he gets his best ideas from a newspaper stand From his boots to his pants to his comments and his rants He knows that any little
out on bail..commence the ass kickin Lickin the door, wavin the 4-4 All you heard was Poppa don't hit no more Disrespect my click/my shits imperial
the door, wavin' the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" Disrespect my click, my *** imperial *** around and made her milk box
No one expected the unexpected, yanawumsaying? Something real, something you could feel Straight from the Suave House Representing Put a little soul in
cetament [Mr. Hyde] A flourish shot, to shank you like a ceratops Leave you wet like when the bottle of sherry pops in ya grill Its phat like little
city I know it's (shitty), but I can do without the pity (baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projects But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I
city I know it's (shitty) but I can do without the pity (Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projects But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs and I
