Lyrics:
thang thang
Something in the street went, bang bang
Making it hard for you to do your thang thang
Something in the hall went, click click
the tooley go click, click, click
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate
the tooley go click, click, click
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do
merk ya whole fam Ipod repeating on thriller
Amputate, de-hydrate, pureeing'em in a blinder
then sprinkle'em in his coffee like small packets of Splenda
Click-click.
I make cash, pay them bills,
I pay them bills that buy new wheels.
I wear high heels,
I touch and feel,
Catch me in your man grill.
My
, click
Hear my--
Click-click
Two snaps, you hit, then I--
Click-click
I make cash, pay them bills
I pay them bills that buy new wheels
I wear high
much I can't explain how I feel on da real
Everyday is like a ferris, looking to find some wheels
Homey after homey dying over humbug
Keeping my mind
the the tray
Smoke blowing out the window
Seats laid back
Cruise control up the middle
Daddy behind the wheel
Ipod switch the tempo
Thinking bout my past
My
The wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round,
‘Round and ‘round, ‘round and ‘round.
The wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round,
All through the town.
to Mary Lou)
Ding dong ding dong click clack a chugga chug
I'm going home to Mary Lou
Whoo!
Spin those wheels and let's get a-going
Keep a moving down
dong ding dong click clack a chugga chug
I'm going home to Mary Lou
Spin those wheels and let's get agoin'
Keep a movin' down the line
Each mile we do
piss a Happy Meal off
Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off
Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod
Quit hollering, "Why, God?"
He ain't got
piss a Happy Meal off
Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off
Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod
Quit hollering, "Why, God?"
He ain't got
It's like this
I got my bags packed
Backpack sittin' by the front door
Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers
The stuff that you need when you're out
this a players circle bitch
It aint Fifa fuck you if you think I need her
I dont need to be a public figure Im my own leader
Click click bang
Say it
Big deals, big wheels
Come with me you looking for a quick thrill
Fishtail hangin' out the windshield
Click trill, tell yo bitch chill
Big deals,
to click out on you hoes and make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
Where I’m from junkies shooting up on the sidewalk
Shawty selling pussy and her brother selling iPods
Said your ho was solid why the fuck she ask for
hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome
and a hauling
Roll along
Work work, work
'Till the sun goes down
Push, push, push
Those trucks around
Click, click, clack
Go the wheels on the track
Wanna see each other both win made a pack love
If you hear a click got to clack love
Something about that black love swap out durags like its hat love
See
her phone goin' click, click, click
Foot on the gas, she say I'm going too
Quick, quick, quick
Wheels worth more than I make in a year
Over here
her phone goin' click, click, click
Foot on the gas, she say I'm going too
Quick, quick, quick
Wheels worth more than I make in a year
Over here
screens and wooden wheels
Outro:
(La Familia's Own)
That Candy Paint, 84s
Belts n Buckles Chrome n Grill...
(OV Click)
That Candy Paint, 84s (Zonehouse)
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