Lyrics:
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
A steady force, as time goes by.
The constancy, in every move,
A day's work, in the groove.
Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock
Tick-tock, click-clack, swoosh,
that shit, I'll knock you out
A nigga be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac
And shawty give me neck till I pass out
And she just
A hare lives on the moon.
Look at the night sky
of South Europe.
Who lives on the moon?
Click clack.
Click clack.
A crab with great big claws.
Walk
clicks and clacks
Uneasy heartbeat, can't relax
But then your hand takes mine
Thank God, I found you in time
Thank God, I found you
Thank God, I
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
BLUES IN THE NIGHT
Woody Herman
- words by Johnny Mercer, music by Harold Arlen
- written for a film called "Hot Nocturne", this song became
so
automatic
Ain't no one gon' test this man, clack-click
We as a Americans, us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been
We better
(Dvus Texas nigga)
Click clack
Nigga pump fake he be a dead opp
Click clack
Fuck a temp fade, I'm givin' head shots
Click clack
The bullets like
her love was mine
And then she gave what's mines away
[Chorus]
And it was like click clack bang bang
I got shot
Never should've got caught slippin'
better fall back
St-step back, player better fall back
Click-Clack, cock back
Semi-automatic track
Drink a lot of Similac
Shorty better fall back
No time, слабак
Shine time, 2pac
Мой брат – твой враг
Мой glock – click clack
My bae – свежак
Твой fame, как шлак
Gun shot – flip flop
Упал – get up
No
or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
What the situation be
I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my
I'm coming out
Bow, bow, bow
Man down, click clack
Who your man now, know you heard 'bout Gucci Mane than what 'bout lettin' that thang sound
You
so
Like two white hills all covered with snow
The loom goes click and the loom goes clack
The shuttle flies forward and then flies back
talkin' 'bout?
Let 'em know how we feelin' right now
Every time I go around, shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take
Man]
(Click clack)
It's hard to choose man, I think I'll take 'em all
[Fifty]
Oh, you gon' do me like that?
I got one more piece to show you, my
She said its a rodeo
Would you wait with me
Would you wait with me
She said its a rodeo
Would you stay with me
Would you stay with me
Click clack
clack hypnotised by the
Rhythm
Click clack on this shaky ground
Like an endless spiral spinning me round and round
No drinks or meals on this one way
Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock
Bitch
Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that
Slayer with that 2Pac
Ain't even really know how to rap yet
I was just a click-clack vet'
Go find my nigga AR and ask him, if you wanna fact check
Y'all heard it first
sell that pussy and pay me
They saying, "Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back"
And I brought them twins with me, nigga, Click and Clack
Let's go
Out
gotta go pro once
Hit him wit the shotgun call that shit the stop button
Call me doctor car-ter aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga AK click clack
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