Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Click Clack, artist - 40 Cal.Date of issue: 07.08.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Click Clack |
| Dipset, Skeme, Let’s get it poppin |
| Told niggas 3 verses ago ya not fuckin wit me |
| (Verse 1 40 Cal) |
| Look, I’m no argue critic I spark the biscuit |
| That’ll throw back more caps than starter fitteds |
| I’m from Harlem, Lenox where cars a kitted |
| Where niggas a borrow ya gun just to rob you wit it |
| See you could put out ya DVDs to help yo ass |
| But it’s like a mobile home cause ya trailer trash |
| Thats why I sell work and melt the bags |
| Cause the dimes so big it’s lookin like Alka Seltzer tabs |
| And the customers know that ya bubblin slow |
| Before the movie I been had hustle and flow |
| That’s why I double my dough and keepin my game tight |
| Shoppin spree cop a key re-up the same night |
| Yo Killa I don’t think they readin my name right |
| Cause it don’t take a genius to see that i’m way nice |
| I pop, pop, pop that thing |
| When I rhyme call me the rewind that king |
| Wit a combat swing and a nine that bling |
| I get signed by fall and drop by spring |
| (Chorus) |
| What, What, What you wanna talk about |
| What, What, What you wanna talk about |
| We see em (Where) We leavin (Yea) |
| He schemin he be beastin |
| Heard he kill people we believe em |
| Oh shit he’s reachin (Get down) |
| It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about |
| Click Clack What you wanna talk about |
| Click Clack What you wanna talk about |
| Don’t make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out |
| You know I stay on the grind I ain’t never late |
| I handle mine when it’s time I don’t hesitate |
| So when you see that long nine you better skate |
| Bottom line i’m here to get mines so get the record straight |
| They rock expensive necklaces 600 Benz’s and Lexus' |
| You don’t understand what the messege is |
| We roll out and swerve lanes huned thousand on the bird chain |
| Nigga it’s Purple City Byrd Gang |
| Yea i hope you heard man what i’m talkin bout |
| Eagle surroundin you get back when the hawk is out |
| Me im what New York is about |
| Ain’t no singin here the king is here |
| Cling to ya chair imma do my thing this year |
| So much bling in here it might hurt ya eyes |
| I’m the first to ride my gangsta is certified |
| I’m on point like a hollow tip |
| My niggas swallow Crist you wanna get money then dummy follow this |
| (Chorus) |
| We see em (Where) We leavin (Yea) |
| He schemin he be beastin |
| Heard he kill people we believe em |
| Oh shit he’s reachin (Get down) |
| It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about (Nuffin) |
| Click Clack What you wanna talk about (Nuffin) |
| Click Clack What you wanna talk about (Yea) |
| Don’t make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out |
| (Verse 3 40 Cal) |
| Look, I’ll put you in a body cast Glad lock body bag |
| Laugh and probably brag that’s how I lolly gag |
| I’m the truth with no polygraph shotty blast |
| Spaz and skate wit ya ice wit no hockey mask |
| I play Jason Diddy bop wit my cocky ass |
| The dime on the block more brolic than Oxy pads |
| Thats the punchline they comin like boxin jabs |
| Some niggas like 40 got an adoption swag |
| Niggas see me play follow the rapper |
| Go to the store and cop them a bottle of swagger |
| Ma next time you see a nigga holla’n at ya |
| Don’t need a oxygen mask to realize that he gassed ya |
| Up like his life real a couple of ice grills a get a nigga hit wit the truck |
| wit the spike grill, ILL |
| I give a fuck how ya life feel |
| All i’m worried bout is blood fuckin up the nice wheels, chill |