Paroles:
The Click Down And Dirty

night I died about 3:45 I hit the lights quick and I jumped in the bed And somethin went real wrong with my head The room started spinnin and I needed a breeze And

front end court I'm straighter than a player tighter than a chef And getting into some good ol' doja Lil bruce not late the seventy eight And meet me at the end of Mariposa And

my pedal and rolled down Golden Gate And threw these motherfuckin' kis in the lake [Verse 2] Guess who comes through, it's a fool I gat tapped that ass, red dog, and

the back and dropped a nut in her gut And that's about the time that the shit had changed The tramp dog bitch started runnin' her game About bein' depressed, down and out And

fade Sliced and rocked in thirty-six fuckin' ways Sold to the public, to the boys, to the gangstas Crews, staff, tribes, clans, clicks, and pranksters Break down

speaks in the beginning and between each verse} [Cassidy] Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler And I brought two of my niggaz with me and we

it be hard, but I'm still holding down the name We the team and now the Click, is number one in the Dirty South We them street, them other niggas faking and

I five petreat and start thinking about my sins Roll up another square and start thinking about the benz Talent and skills is what I'm bringing New homes and

and pinky rings Twenty inches to roll, played and stole and pulling hoes Serve drank by the four, blowing bud in studios Its paying me feddy and cheese, triple beams and