Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Click, Clack & Spray, artist - PackFM. Album song whutduzFMstand4?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.09.2006
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Click, Clack & Spray |
Right there, son! |
Oh man, what?! |
Son, you know we don’t allow that |
Yeah, we gonna take him out tonight, son |
No doubt |
Take a walk with me, we goin all city |
Black hat, gloves, flat black’s all you need |
Krylon, Rusto', a Pilot, a silver Touch Tone |
My name is famous, my face — unknown |
This is how it goes, late night, early AM |
Sky’s pitch black, reach in the bag, Click-Clack |
Then I start sprayin' |
Paint the wall red, before the cap hits the floor |
I’m runnin' from the law |
There’s a alley closeby, I can tell by the stench |
Shortcut to the park, I’m hidin' under the bench |
First my kicks was muddy, now all my gear, too? |
…Shhh — somebody might hear you |
Can’t make a sound, cuz they just might find me |
Can’t move an inch, there’s dog shit right behind me |
Damn! |
This shit is grimey |
It’s like I’m an A&R and all these walls are rappers screamin' out «Sign Me» |
Hold up — gotta let these pigs pass. |
He’s gotta be here somewhere, we gotta catch his ass |
Eh, so what? |
It’s just a bunch of paper work |
You know what? |
You’re right, and I’m tired. |
Let’s go get some donuts |
Cops got tired of waitin', no match for my patience |
I think I’ll be safe and head in to the train station |
And you know I ain’t payin', but no need for creepin' |
This time of night the lady in the booth is always sleepin' |
9 times outta 10, the platform is empty |
Poles freshly painted and it really looks tempting |
But tonight I got a feeling like somebody’s out to get me |
I reach for my marker, but my instincts won’t let me |
White guy, by himself — don’t care when the train’s comin? |
Just don’t add up, allow me to explain somethin' |
This guy’s an undercover, disguised to bring you under |
No lies, I seen 'em hover, Just tryin to warn you, brotha |
Here comes the train, dip into the last car |
Put my name everywhere, even where the maps are |
And nothin' leaves a mark like Griffin Shoe Polish |
By the time we hit the next stop, the whole car’s demolished |
Time to exit proceed with a purpose |
My canvas, a surface most people deem as worthless |
Pop the krylon top, no need to steal, I purchase |
You find that funny? |
I’m spendin' rap money |
Anyway, cop a squat, got a nice spot — the rooftop |
Won’t stop till the sun’s up and my name’s seen from 2 blocks |
You know what they say, fame is the name of the game |
So clear the way when you hear the click, clack, and the spray |
Shouts to Chino BYI, Fatal NFO |
Smith & Sane, Cost & Revs and Astro |
Reese RFC, Sack ACV, Shama R5B |
The squad was TVT |
5MH, literally 5 million heads |
Shouts to Ewok, my first crew — SNF |
T-Kid, Cope FC, Sonic and Web |
JA, TKA, Seek and SEV |
Seer, Daze, Kez-5 and Chez |
Ere, Sever ATC and Tez |
Females held it down, Lady Pink, Miss Maggs |
Take a walk with me, we bout to catch some tags… |
Take a walk with me |
Let’s take a walk |
PackFM, Qn5, The Plague, SNF — Show No Fear, I-Tour |