Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Klick Clack Bang, artist - CES Cru. Album song 13, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Klick Clack Bang |
Look at the way they’re hating on us |
Like we had a deal already, steady as we go |
I could have been the one to tell 'em that we didn’t |
But it’s hit and go, yeah get a dose |
Ces in the building, better be gone |
'Fore we blow the roof, off of this M. F'er |
I don’t wanna get sidetracked, in a Maybach blowing dope wit' dem heffers |
I’m a handful so is Ubi so it’s like your fucking with a pair of double D’s |
I’ve been screaming out the shit I mean about |
And all I got to say is «Motherfuck emcees» |
Hit 'em and buckle knees, get 'em in line |
I’m about to go spam on em' and I’m on a roll |
Could it have been the reason why you acting like a bitch? |
Pussy popping on a pole |
What am I doing here? |
Why do I doos it? |
I could say it’s all about the music |
But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t trying to stack a couple of racks |
And that’s amusement to 'em |
Look at the way, we do 'em, killer city cannibal with Cannonball |
Get you open like a can opener, the Kan-Kan-Kansas City shuffle y’all |
I ain’t been around the block a lot |
I’m not the sharpest pencil in the box |
Still I’m knowin' enough to get the shit to pop |
Yeah I’m blowing up and up, lifting off |
Why you lippin' off? |
Watch it dude |
Do you know, who in the fuck you talking to? |
Ces clipping up and ready to lock on you |
It’s not a lot to say, a lot to do |
Opportunity knocked and I’m knocking you |
Out the way you’re way out of pocket dude |
And I don’t give a fuck if you’re sick as fuck |
If you spit at us, I’ll clip your nuts |
If your upper lip so much as ripple up |
If you’re soft I can help you stiffen up |
What you talking 'bout, ain’t shit to us |
Yeah I’m talking down to you, listen up, punk |
Is it true that ain’t shit changed? |
Listen to the way it bang |
Introducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it’s Strange |
Hit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, man |
We don’t wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang |
Is it true that ain’t shit changed? |
Listen to the way it bang |
Introducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it’s Strange |
Hit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, man |
We don’t wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang |
What am I an oddity? |
I ought to be |
We the two to take it to another level |
I’m in another lane, on some other plane |
People say I probably parlay with the Devil |
Parlay with myself, makes a lot of sense |
Make some motherfucker gotta hop the fence |
I show up in all black, at the party bloody hands like I just forgot to rinse |
Back in the day I used to want to chop a bitch |
Magnetism I attract the opposites |
Now I’m keeping it clean the crib’s pristine |
Like I hired George Papadopoulos |
Lock your lips, y’all been in a coma on us honestly |
I know the weather better pack an um-ber-ella fella y’all are hella cray |
Look up, the snake and bat are travelin' that-away, have a good day |
I can see it in the way you running around |
Running your mouth, talking all the time |
Laying me down inside a coffin, all for why? |
Mad at us for catapulting off the N9ne! |
Why you broken up and crying? |
Wipe away your tears, open up your eyes |
Why you leaning all up in my lights? |
Scheming on my plates, soaking up the shine? |
Look at the size of this table, it’s giant room enough for both of us to dine |
Hanger Steak with a side of asparagus, a glass of Coppola for wine |
Sober up before you try and roll with us, you must be Robitussin high |
Thinking you know what’s up with us, but know that I’m |
Focused on my grind, blowing up, goodbye! |
Is it true that ain’t shit changed? |
Listen to the way it bang |
Introducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it’s Strange |
Hit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, man |
We don’t wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang |
Is it true that ain’t shit changed? |
Listen to the way it bang |
Introducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it’s Strange |
Hit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, man |
We don’t wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang |
Who am I? |
The heavy handed healer, here we go |
I keep a couple in the clip for y’all |
We can get it popping, that’s the only option |
Guess I’m shooting from the fucking hip at y’all |
Cut you open, hoping somebody gotta Sham-wow, blood about to hit the wall |
I can see it coming cousin like I’m staring back at you |
From inside a crystal ball |
This is all for you |
But do you remember when you fronted on us when we did the interview? |
What? |
You forget to do your job? |
You were pawning me, now I’m pimping you |
You were on to me, now I’m into you |
And it ought to be peaceful, but when you choose |
Hanging dirty laundry over dinner, ooh |
Honestly it’s inde-indefensable |
Head of the class, fucking up the principle |
Got 'em ingesting hella deadly chemicals |
I’m gonna go as far as saying we ain’t playing |
And we got 'em by the fucking genitals |
I’m gonna hit 'em with the binding resolution |
Getting biblical with every clip I pull |
Take a seat with y’all, have a sip with you |
I’ve been eating y’all, now I’m getting full |
Shitting better, get the stool softener |
Look at 'em, 'bout to break the blade off in her |
I don’t remember anything after getting swill and high |
Swear to God, occifer |
Often heard (heard!) The Ces seldom seen |
By the studio time that I sell a dream |
Tell 'em to leave the game before the end of you |
Hell of a fee to pay, my soul is sinner proof |
It’s your move |