Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Click, Click, Clack, artist - Drag-On.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Click, Click, Clack |
Yo you never heard Drag release shit on wax |
Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack |
I’m young but I’ve been stop playin with crayons |
I’ma be around for eons put niggas where the bums pee on |
This ain’t basketball three on three |
It’s one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin rapidly |
They still couldn’t find a book of matches to match me |
Buildings is still burnin down still couldn’t catch me |
I’m real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day |
And be back on the subway |
Y’all act like bitches what y’all thought the 4−4 play? |
I don’t even know my father heard he did time on a broadway |
You might be him, so get the fuck out the hallway |
Drag hate a sometime nigga I bring it always |
Cuz I’m as hot as the gun niggas pop from roofs |
Where the birds at now, act like you ain’t heard that |
HOOK: P Killer Trackz |
Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place |
Click, click, clack |
Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was |
Click, click, clack |
Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face |
Click, click, clack |
On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was |
Click, click, clack |
Ayo niggas think they real well I’ma pop em with two |
He got balls, well I’ma tell his moms he died playin pool |
Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G.O.D |
Dumped his body ASAP |
Who the only nigga who that could come through with a Benz two door |
But look like a Ford and pull off at your whore |
Leave a nigga huntin for the draws, wantin to score |
It’s so he can’t play ??? |
I throw hundreds out the door |
Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure |
Cuz I’ma nigga that take from the poor and give to the poor |
Now you never heard that shit before |
I probably send your kids to job corps |
So what the fuck you got a ride for |
And pump crack, I just bag the bitch up your block you know I be back |
And I promise I’ll throw y’all more stacks |
Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash |
But I put a nigga below fast |
HOOK |
And dirty bitches I’m tired of grabbin long hair |
Fuckin y’all from the rear, I’ma stop fuckin all year |
Until y’all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here |
But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it |
Never could be a faggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years |
In the same pit, guess who gon be the bitch |
You guessed it, now shut the fuck up and respect it in here |
Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin |
I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him |
And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat |
And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover |
I tie 20 niggas up and have enough rope |
Won’t stop tying til I get the leftover coke |
Cuz I circle your block like the cops |
The only thing that I’ma do that they not is fire illegal shots |
HOOK |