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The Click
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Mic Check
Lyricist:Brandt Jones, Mike Mosley, Earl Thomas Stevens, Joe Tex
Testing testing one two Te-testing testing one two Testing testing one two Te-testing testing one two Muthafuckas don't understand how we do it check game
I take a slow beat, and do a fast rap I'm not a mark simp trick or a punk sap I bust the lyrics so quick you must admit my rhymes on hit You know that nigga from the click the one that be talkin' all that shit
So take a puff of the potent dank while I make yo ass thank Then go mobbin' through the town on a full tank Crank up the beat, voice tress, make that shit throb Stick yo head out the window and say what's up sahib
I take a slow beat, and bust a slow rhyme You see the motherfuckin' dank will do it all the time It gets me in the mood, that is so relaxed Stalking with gen and then I gotta tax
So now I'm on baby with the top down Reload pound, call Legit a cock hound And I'm looking for a bitch that's known foe I heard she could blow, I wanna hook her at my studio
That's right, fool its the calvary, so don't be mad at thee We spittin' that good stuff on the mic for a salary My name is E-40 and I'm known as a hill billy Straight from the Hillside of the V
I'm having money, I got my feddi on I'm popping con, just to fuck with your dome, like right about now You should be saying, 'Dude kinda tight though' But let me hush before I start up a fight you know
As far as funk man I think you outta not Even attempt to run up you'll get taught By some chitterlings eating hog maw Niggas that be beating down fools putting suckers to sleep
We walks around stage looking heck of Humongous Rappers step up and get pilled like a sun kiss We them fools that you've been hearing about The Click The word on the streets is that we comin' up too quick
Some might think I'm slanging yola, ice cream, candy see but Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They done fucked around and let us blacks make money legally Now it's gotten to the point to where it's really uncontrollable 40 takes advantage of the rap game gullible
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I take a slow beat, like I did at first 'Cuz I'm still with the bitch in the first verse She's down on her knees, and I'm on the dank I would stop pluggin' but you know I can't
Never been down with O.P.P without money So hear this shit here honey I know you got mail, it's close to the first You should have a fat ass knot in your purse So once you start nuttin' get a Jackson Then for me, you always get action
And fuck a tore up ass hoochie with a withered ass coochie See a nigga in boosey, then wanna give up the pussy I tell a bitch in a minute check game hoe I'm po And I ain't got no motherfuckin' cash flow
Never would furnish a hoe, ride her around in some limo's And buy her things that contempo Fuck that, that ain't my fortay That there part of the game, I don't play
Tweek off my tounge rolling up zags getting twisted The form of speech that I be spittin' is unlisted I fucks with game unposted Timex Carlos Rossi I got crew bank but I'm like Ted Deebiassi
I'm not a nothing ass nigga, just down for my riches I wares big Britches, don't hang around snitches Serious about my motherfucking capital Oozy wipping those who take me practical
You know He a fool with that one C L I C K in this motherfucka, testing testing one two E-40 alias Mr Flamboyant, testing testing one two 1992 Magazine street my sahibs, wassup hillside, testing testing one two
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