Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clicking (Gymkhana 3), artist - The Cool Kids.
Date of issue: 19.08.2010
Song language: English
Clicking (Gymkhana 3) |
Flat paint not a scratch or a stain |
(And it’s smoking) |
Shifting in the turbo then we go |
(Now it’s drifting) |
Four tires burning up the strips |
(Gearshifting) |
Donuts on rims |
Wheel gripping |
Flip the switch and the rattle in the trunk knocking |
Like your neighbor when your dog keep coming in his yard |
Whip it hard on the steering wheel |
Grill like a great white shark mouth |
Roof rack and all of that is intact |
Smooth sailing cruise easy with the new champs |
I wouldn’t buy your new album with some food stamps |
Man you know how I serve it, I’m swerving |
You nervous cause you ain’t got no plug like a new lamp |
It’s the dirtiest wordiest rap kids |
Rap trap doors open up like a drawbridge, on my car |
Kitted down fitted leather muzzle on headlights |
Give it like fifteen minutes on the damn rain |
The traffic might calm down |
The Earth sayin' I’m the nicest and the like my style |
I’m in tune you didn’t know, You might know now |
Got cats that never heard me sayin' they like my sound |
Flat paint not a scratch or a stain |
(And it’s smoking) |
Shifting in the turbo then we go |
(Now it’s drifting) |
Four tires burning up the strips |
(Gearshifting) |
Donuts on rims |
Wheel gripping |
Whip it work that steering wheel turn |
Work the retail price down size for the originals |
The details might put a set on there tonight |
And roll right by you what you finna do? |
The motor vehicles gripped and comes fully equipped |
And loaded |
This ain’t subliminal this is real as it gets |
You could point us out there where ever it is |
The livest front page news story at six |
So you can see what we did |
So you can copy again, homie |
And don’t think we ain’t noticing |
I’m coming back for all that |
Don’t say we ain’t warn you |
And I just giving notice; |
severe storm warnings |
I’m in the house there’s a tornado coming |
Roofs gone, tops off, let’s roll cause it’s sunny though |
T-top, muscle cars, turn up your stereo |
Roll the window down — loud — there you go |
Flat paint not a scratch or a stain |
(And it’s smoking) |
Shifting in the turbo then we go |
(Now it’s drifting) |
Four tires burning up the strips |
(Gearshifting) |
Donuts on rims |
Wheel gripping |