Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Click Clack!!!, artist - Giggs. Album song Walk in da Park, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SN1
Song language: English
Click Clack!!! |
| Emotions on the beat |
| Emotion on the street |
| The way I glide on the beat |
| The way I ride on the street |
| Like my flow’s unique |
| They say I’m coming hard and I’m just at peak |
| So imagine me next year |
| Trust me dog, I with the gun clear |
| Nice on the track |
| Have fresh home so free my nigga Max |
| I got the star in the right hand |
| Fuck the federals 'cos they took away the right hand |
| They also got Jessie J |
| Free all my dogs, too many fucking names |
| Until they land I’ma bang |
| Stay flagging black with the infamous gang |
| OPB, SN1 fam we bang |
| All day, every day, repping black gang |
| You don’t wanna hear the click clack |
| You don’t wanna feel the kick back |
| Nigga’s gonna see his wig splat |
| And they wonder why I did that |
| You don’t wanna hear the click clack |
| You don’t wanna feel the kick back |
| Click clack |
| Click clack |
| Click clack |
| Kick back |
| Rib snap |
| Rip back |
| Split hats |
| Splish splash |
| Washed over dry land |
| Can’t stomach it |
| They know in a couple years we’ll be bossing it |
| And the strip: nah it won’t be theirs, we’ll be running it |
| Make a prick’s body disappear, got my hollow tips |
| Let me take you inside of this little life of mine |
| They think that being Shocks that I live a life of shine |
| Little did these pricks know that I’m struggling to grind |
| Trying to get a little dough off this little half a nine |
| Get a split neck for your shiny chain |
| It don’t bother me |
| Big stress on my tiny brain |
| I’ll holler at a bitch |
| Quick sex and some slimy brain |
| Pissed 'cos there’s no more cig left for my slimy grade |
| Cock back, let the Remington ram at them |
| Now you got a broke back |
| And your skeleton’s hit |
| And your mother’s shocked that it had to end up like this |
| Go and get your gun we can have a dance |
| Let my something off the second that my brother asked |
| I feel the pain from my mother’s heart |
| Asking God to promise me another chance |
| One beef lays down then another starts |
| It’s all bullshit I ride with a troubled heart |
| I ain’t shook just to fucking ask |
| Keep following me undercover car |
| I’ma wait 'til my dog’s home |
| Tiny getting locked up turned my heart stone |
| So I’ma ride in your whole zone |
| You niggas stunting with straps that I part own |
| We’re the bloodstained squad |
| When the slugs take off |
| That your mug frame will have to wipe the bloodstain off |
| Something like Face/Off |
| With your mug-free mop |
| Bring it back like I just took a dub plate off |