Lyrics:
hear 'bout (for what?)
They talkin' that subliminal shit, tryna make me click out
Pull up by your chick house, turn it to a click house (yeah)
Catch
She love the kid, I swear this girl my biggest fan
I does it big, I take the gwap and make a fan (let's turn up)
I'm in your city with them real
for second best
[E.S.G.]
Southside official, Screwed Up Click original
You went down to 99, you not a percent artificial
Playa hating me
a professional rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me
a professional rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me
from years ago is beefing by herself, ah, ah
If we took a trip on the real creep tip
Bitch, rule number one is don't repeat that shit
Rule number
the kinda girl that has a little bit more fun
I'm literally yours hun
I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun
And by the expressions
be big
Willies, you got a bad case of the sillies
In the studio, you make believers
In real life
You more like the cape crusaders
Rushing to the scene
times, puff puff pass
Big Snoop, big Daz young Gotti, get it Gotti
Somebody in here smellin like hot karate
And that’s the way you comin up in this
No
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
as crawling
Subs still beat up the trunk as if they were sponsored by Spalding
Bending corners, blowing swishers, stacking figgas with my hittas
If I'm not then
Cause it's a family affair
[Hook]
[Bun B]
Hold up, gots to holla at the playas from my city
Real, trill ballers makin' half hustlers look shitty
a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich
that's real love
I ain't never changin' up, yeah
If I like you, you lucky
I'ma change your whole life like it's nothin'
Girl, I know not to stall
bout
Hating on the family homie that's what I doubt
End up by yourself hope you still got that I-Cloud
I don't bow down, unless I see a legend
be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she
be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she
to the rules and regulation ship
That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click
On the east they got hot dogs and pretzel stands
On the west they
high standards told me
You got to deliver
I'm still stuck back in nine c chromes
I flipped in the nine bricks
In the hood by nine who to click
Told me I
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
around, I won't lay you down
Turn that smile into a frown
Click, click, bow, what's up now
Try me when you see me I'll lay you down
Man a big bad man, man
for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in
h-town livin’
On a Friday By Ur Side chillin
Sharp like Big Pokey and Cactus Jack
ADH-adding up my money long as practice lasts
L on my hat, but we’re
It's going down
'96 Screwed Up Click, knowimtalmbout
We done popped up in here, knowm say'n
D.E.A., Southside Playaz, Botany Boyz, down deep
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