Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Click, Clack & Spray , by - PackFM. Song from the album whutduzFMstand4?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |