Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Click & Spark, artist - Fabolous.
Date of issue: 06.12.2009
Song language: English
Click & Spark |
D. J Clue, Desert Storm |
You know how we do things |
(uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) |
Whachu bout to witness |
F A B O L O U S |
(O L O U S!) |
Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh) |
The album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo) |
Come on man! |
My gun go click and spark |
Don’t leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park |
Son those slick remarks, gon' get you |
Bla-bla da da, bla-bla da da da da (blaow!) |
Y’all walk through my p’s in karats |
Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots |
Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip |
And strap the beam underneath |
When I ride through, ya dont see no lid |
I put snipers on the roof like Nino did |
All it takes is some c-note slid |
To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid |
I dont scream it in a rough tone |
I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs |
Every hustler on this planet ask |
Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga |
Uh, yea |
F A B, O L O U S |
Yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh |
These niggas gots to be punched |
Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch |
If I let this diablo door raise |
I’mma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway |
See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay |
We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway |
Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz |
See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin |
No you can’t take the coupe wit dishes |
Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the troop suspicious |
Please, I get my dollar from the hersey |
I’m on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey |
You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin |
Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin' |
Who else can it be spellin it at them |
You have them tappin they friend like «I'm tellin you that’s him», stupid |