THE CLICK, MIC CHECK Letras de Canciones

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Muthafuckas don't understand how we do it check game

I take a slow beat, and do a fast rap
I'm not a mark simp trick or a punk sap
I bust the lyrics so quick you must admit my rhymes on hit
You know that nigga from the click the one that be talkin' all that shit

So take a puff of the potent dank while I make yo ass thank
Then go mobbin' through the town on a full tank
Crank up the beat, voice tress, make that shit throb
Stick yo head out the window and say what's up sahib

I take a slow beat, and bust a slow rhyme
You see the motherfuckin' dank will do it all the time
It gets me in the mood, that is so relaxed
Stalking with gen and then I gotta tax

So now I'm on baby with the top down
Reload pound, call Legit a cock hound
And I'm looking for a bitch that's known foe
I heard she could blow, I wanna hook her at my studio

That's right, fool its the calvary, so don't be mad at thee
We spittin' that good stuff on the mic for a salary
My name is E-40 and I'm known as a hill billy
Straight from the Hillside of the V

I'm having money, I got my feddi on
I'm popping con, just to fuck with your dome, like right about now
You should be saying, "Dude kinda tight though"
But let me hush before I start up a fight you know

As far as funk man I think you outta not
Even attempt to run up you'll get taught
By some chitterlings eating hog maw
Niggas that be beating down fools putting suckers to sleep

We walks around stage looking heck of Humongous
Rappers step up and get pilled like a sun kiss
We them fools that you've been hearing about The Click
The word on the streets is that we comin' up too quick

Some might think I'm slanging yola, ice cream, candy see but
They done fucked around and let us blacks make money legally
Now it's gotten to the point to where it's really uncontrollable
40 takes advantage of the rap game gullible

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I take a slow beat, like I did at first
'Cuz I'm still with the bitch in the first verse
She's down on her knees, and I'm on the dank
I would stop pluggin' but you know I can't

Never been down with O.P.P without money
So hear this shit here honey
I know you got mail, it's close to the first
You should have a fat ass knot in your purse
So once you start nuttin' get a Jackson
Then for me, you always get action

And fuck a tore up ass hoochie with a withered ass coochie
See a nigga in boosey, then wanna give up the pussy
I tell a bitch in a minute check game hoe I'm po
And I ain't got no motherfuckin' cash flow

Never would furnish a hoe, ride her around in some limo's
And buy her things that contempo
Fuck that, that ain't my fortay
That there part of the game, I don't play

Tweek off my tounge rolling up zags getting twisted
The form of speech that I be spittin' is unlisted
I fucks with game unposted Timex Carlos Rossi
I got crew bank but I'm like Ted Deebiassi

I'm not a nothing ass nigga, just down for my riches
I wares big Britches, don't hang around snitches
Serious about my motherfucking capital
Oozy wipping those who take me practical

You know
He a fool with that one
C L I C K in this motherfucka, testing testing one two
E-40 alias Mr Flamboyant, testing testing one two
1992 Magazine street my sahibs, wassup hillside, testing testing one two