Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Click Click, artist - Icewater
Date of issue: 27.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Click Click |
Yo… yeah… uh-huh… |
Yeah… make money, money honey… |
Icewater, man… Uh-huh… |
Check it… (snake nigga, that’s a snake…) |
Aiyo… click click, don’t move |
You see them niggas over there, they got like four tools |
And one plastic bag so how you? |
Look good, look hood, whoever run that nigga’s done |
You see the dread, there’s like five hundred rounds in the room |
Seven joints, see the lady with the grey hair? |
That’s her man, he stay here |
What it do, shorty? |
Don’t catch asthma on me |
Last nigga we caught, he threw up in the Jag on me |
Walk slowly, follow the buscuit |
You try some tough guy shit, you gon' kiss it |
I’m not playin', Macey said 'Peace' |
She said ya dick couldn’t get hard, ya lip game is beast |
Tuck ya head in the phantom, say good night |
Come out them Air whites, you know we got mink in here |
That ain’t the rare ice, that Jacob shit got me scared |
Keepin' it real, you know you paid twice |
Let me snatch them little dollars you holdin' |
I heard ya vault under ya bed, ya leg got the code on it |
Yeah, I heard it’s ya born day |
This is how we do it where I’m from son, that be ya gone day |
Don’t play me, my nigga |
I’m not the average, I’m a Hungarian savage |
Dressed in all black, lowerin' my glasses |
Half my arm crossed, bulletproof draws from last year |
I said I’m probably in the buildin' |
In the lobby gettin' ill and |
It’s a hobby just to kill 'em |
Catch another slight feelin' |
Stash the bodies in the ceilin' |
If you ridin' then I’m willin' |
I say we blaze 'em cuz they hatin' |
Since they braggin' 'bout they cake and |
That’s a reason just to take it |
Cuz we should leave 'em in they basement |
Have 'em bleedin' from they faces |
Cuz we gotta see these papers |
I heard… (click click, don’t move) |
Rae already had the drop on 'em but I’m the goon across the room watchin 'em |
Rae I told to follow him, a dude that made that move I had to hollow him |
That son almost fainted from lack of oxygen |
Rae loose and just laughin' 'em |
I took him from the bar to the car to the fuckin' garage then put a shot in him |
But not before we got all that info, caught him for ten notes |
And told him baby Macey was kin folk (yeah you remember her, right?) |
Been choked, move coke, he got lift Volks |
Went broke cuz dude owe dough and he went ghost |
He dipped and he got rich, now he’s on that strip |
And got bricks, tried to shit on niggas that he got pissed |
They found him with his top lift, lookin' like a bogie that got lit |
Then got clipped, niggas think they hot shit (Nah) |
They not shot, I don’t pop shit I pop shit |
Bop shit, leave 'em stretched right next to they hot whip (BLOAW!!!) |
Yo, I heard… (click click, don’t move) |
Everybody in the spot thought I was a chick |
I played it so cool, sippin' a Martini with a wig on |
Holdin' my drink but that wasn’t the only thing I had a grip on |
Little did they know I was a goonie with a hammer |
About to make a movie, no camera |
Then I seen that gold phantom parked outside and Rae walked in |
With a ratchet on him big enough to take off limbs |
And said… (click click, don’t move) |
The first to flinch’ll get it the worst, my killas is old school |
The chrome tool had my palm sweatin' |
Rae give a signal and P.C.'ll give niggas a hard lesson |
The bad boys, you nah wan' test 'em |
I leave you all restin' in a peaceful place from my weapon |
The fifth’ll disect 'em, nigga, Paulie got the papers |
Donnie got the bricks in a bag, I’ll see you later… |