Lyrics:
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
do?
Just say the word and his head spat out all over the curb
It ain't nothin to a player, it's like rollin some herb
Click, clack on you fags, now I'm
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
Harry Kissinger with the ratchet
The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playing
Why, oh why, oh why? Royce Da 5'9", please
a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz'
On his back like "nigga don't move"
Word to mother, we don't lose
Talk
an enemy to graffiti
Make em break dance
Oh how the turntables have turned
Exact
I combine three elements
And put em in a rap
Click clack
Loaded and aiming
click and clack click a man senses back into position and make his click dissappear When I hit the bang, bang, bang, bang
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
Over there, over there
[Kane & Abel]
I'm the enemy behind, so watch your back
When a live round hit the chamber I'm the click clack
When
with Silkk and P
Do you know what I know? Definitely not click clack goes that glock
I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some hoe hit me for my Prego nots
coffin
Knick knack paddy whack, Yaowa wanna bone
Click clack acrobatic coward with the chrome
Purchase another casket, I'm murdering ya bastards
My
the pistols click clack
If you still alive will you really get the dumping
If you got that 45 on you
Tell them bitches get back
Don't want to see you wit no
A six pack
Click clack crack one with the boys
Acting tough
Click clack but all I'm packing is more
Pills in my pocket
Than a burn out druggie could snort
Got all my inner demons mad
Cause I'm real though
Got the homies in the cut
Being real too
With the click clack boom
I'm shoot my shot like a rock
Might've fell off
This my comeback
Closer to my dreams
Gotta bump that
Niggas run they mouths with the chit chat
Val coming through
Hear the click clack
This
horses, no ranch
In the V-12, so fast
Don't let me drive-by, wit that click-clack
Click-clack we spittin' I like to spray thrax
We play cops and robbers
stopping
Got another drink now the shots on you
Let's play Russian roulette for the night
Click clack bang, loaded up
Take another shot, shoot!
Grey Goose
leave alive
But now I got another idea in my brain
Seeing nothing but red in my eyes
Walk up to the booth
Hear the sound of my boots click
Clack
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
the dead time, where the Ten Commandments are now suggestions
How depressin', how unpleasant, click-clack, pow intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses
pumping out, get you stuck up
Out of habit, I got bad habit's
Semi autos, and fully automatics
Click clack it, ra ta ta tat it
Clap clap shit, reload, clap
an inkling to ink in
Ah, fuck that shit, Matt
Bring that wrath back
Roll with the flow of the
Clickedy-clack-clack, click, crack
The snappin' of your teeth
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
a war when there's casualties on one side, I ride
Turn it up on you nigga after Jake ride by
I click-clack, that's that, I don't flash, I mash
I wave
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