takes, one You only need, one So feel it y'all, one We're number, one You're not number, one It only takes, one So feel it y'all, one It only takes, to click
blood is sweet Because I got a freak, every day of the week They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends They see the dough my click spend in the big
don't give a fuck now bitch nigga play me wrong and ima shoot em down kill his whole motha fucking family execution style 2 clickers pointed at cha 6 pack click
you only stripped But you don't do dancin' just lonely tricks Now you're hooked, ain't no love You in this game, it's just like drugs Your family wrote
Oaktown style is the only way I catch a new freak every day It's not the Yellow Brick Road It's called the 'Foothill Strip' Stand on your toes, make your heels go click
And I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at? I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones A down ass bitch and she down to click Got a nice little
trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the Bay Verse 7 *(Swoop G)* Don't get it twisted we got restrictions niggaz that witnessed family beatins from family meetins no family
part of two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so much love until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill one fellow dies in his click
, postures Odd/a punk rock escapade/five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd We are the ones who must sport the position Cheap beer/trendy clicks
, postures odd/a punk rock escapade/five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd We are the ones who must sport the position cheap beer/trendy clicks
some porn star chicks now now after i give her my kit kat chuncky ez for the twix now see i came from the block like jenny lopez and now my whole family
punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Comin' atcha in '93! Through the car swings The firing pins go click
little short niggaz Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo Fillin' out the cards to your eulogy Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck
suicide So to cope I got a Dogg and a Locc And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is They my
bustas ain't no bannin' me Now I'm back, and I'ma walk on with Layzie and the Mo Thug family Dub-C, C-Dub rippin', trippin', click, click I loaded the
im rappin? nah... When i get off the road I shoot back to my town new whips, new watch, fuck with me, its goin down own family hatin, niggas looking
tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what? Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide Used to click and be quick
that, riff raff, tell ya' bitch lick that. alcoholic ass clique this a big frat, cross the line when we steppin' it's gon be click clack! niggas fakin