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from The Click - Money & Muscle (2001)
Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah D-Shot I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off You got a call from the boss, you seen the code 2236 You makin' excuse, you got to piss Even though you at the phone dialin' all seven digits You got to move with the quickness Before ya dude gets suspicious and shit Get to trippin' and shit, get the sock in this bitch Get to turnin' Doctor Jekyll on hoes 'Cause if he flauntin' dough, he can't take the blows Ay ho, ay ho Get 'em again, get 'em again Pick yo celly up, I wanna fuck Ho, what's happenin' back at cha? Get it at cha, once the pussy askin' You know that ignorant bastard Pockets full of Ziploc bags, it's ripped nasty Met you at the Benz dealership in T-shirt and khakis Crafty over the mic like cookie chips, it's the criminal Known for C-walkin' in the pussy lips Let them suckers take care of ya ho, like 40 I just wanna click with you and dick you From Cape to the Bay Area, bury ya Flashin' the dick in ya tonsils Bend you over and fuck you by my studio councils Poundin' a shady nigga layin' the wood Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back Throwin' up the hood, yeah, you like that bitch The square ass weights tellin' you ain't never been choked Or done fucked by a felon, no K-Y jellin', just tryin' to inhale it So when ya ready for the real bitch hit me on my cellin' It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (It's all gravy whodi) Wherever we go (Nigga, please believe) It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (Fo' sheezy, baby) Wherever we go I set rules in this game, I pop my bra, I claim fame I do my thug thesis, got the world singin' speak of me I do no jockin' the clock don't stop clockin' I'm a top notch and my itinerary stay crackin' I'm mackin' boss bitch, hell I'm pimpin' I'm on one, I have no mercy I go sick with it Like cash money we click with it, hey, hey Super bad, super bad, say, say Check the pass man, foot on the gas man I wrap em' up in cashmere and trade em' for cash man You dig, my sick face down on the side of my hip I'm seventeen deep with heat so don't trip I sip malt liquor all of the suds My bomb is E-coli the murderous buds I blaze Philly blunts all in the clubs Keep a bald fade for the bitches to rub I thug for mine that's the difference with me From the ball playin' nigga that ya see on TV I escalate up to the spot on the Hill Fill you up with Hennessey and ecstasy pills Fuck you in the mind if ya just sit still Opened up some game and I let that spill Bitches love playas 'cause they keep that real The shit is all the same, ya feel Yeah, it's all international baby, ya feel It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (It's all gravy whodi) Wherever we go (Nigga, please believe) It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (Fo' sheezy, baby) Wherever we go But every time I spit this game These L I P's these niggas know my name You see my name is E-Feezy These hoes be lovin' me Ya gotta be a special lady and a very exciting girl Yo, I'm slammed, lookin' savy in the back of the crackhouse In the bathroom choppin' up and baggin' up my cavy You must be blankin' off them blankin' thangs Who the fuck you think you dealin' with? I hold up, I ain't gon' rescue no bitch I'll slap ya upside ya nooda, bitch Talkin' that shit, I'ma buy ya ass some Prada Some Norman Camali, the Mazda MX or Miati I ain't gon' lie you got some good ass lush fire punana But I ain't sprung even though you been handlin' on Been suckin' the peel off the banana with yo big ass lips and gums Swallowin' down my cum, runnin' around there With yo big ass tongue, you're hangin' out your thong You wanna stay with ya hard ass workin', baby, dada He loves ya dirty draws, he'll drink ya bath water He'll let ya ass go clubbin' He ain't gon' be trippin' off nothin' you mention He know you something He know you can't turn a tramp into a good woman It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (It's all gravy whodi) Wherever we go (Nigga, please believe) It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (Fo' sheezy, baby) Wherever we go It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (It's all gravy whodi) Wherever we go (Nigga, please believe) It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (Fo' sheezy, baby) Wherever we go |
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from The Click - Down And Dirty (1994)
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers, don't ya know? I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all, yeah And a jealous motherfucker would love to see me fall Like that, that When we sell this load We'll have twice what we started with Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat Mother, motherfucker Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant Yes, motherfucker As a youngster I never knew Nathan Just an inobedient child in the neighborhood You know the one the police was always chasin' Straight down and dirty for my props Eleven years old, extramanish, hard-headed sellin' them rocks I killed an old wack motherfucker, no one ever bigger than me Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 air fifteen Clean, fully automatic and the whole killer kit It's cops be walkin' up and down the street Folks be pointin' they fingers sayin' "Partner gotta grip" Basically what I was doin' was protectin' my people My million dollar spots, it was my duty Got paid to guard the whole motherfuckin' block Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man The mail I got stashed away, people will never know Mr. Flamboyant I came in here on business I, I, I came in here on business It could work out pretty good It could work out pretty good Yeah, pertainin' to this bein' a dog ass world and all A brother need some kind of occupation to make his mail stand tall Whether it's slangin' em' or whatever ya do, man Just make sure you true to the game Still in the game everything pretty much the same Tryin' to reach a certain goal but I gotta dish that during metro Alcohol and tobacco and Bureau, Feds and the DEA Just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma, yay Well, what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck? Partner, if this was a fifth all of us would be drunk Don't even like rockin' bleach, trippin' on petty crunk shit like that What did you say brother? He might be talkin' bout how it's to the back Me and my pussy was comin' around the corner on these shoes I mean wheels, yeah in this 76 Cutlass Oldsmobile Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile Sittin' on gold ones hot flamin' didn't really know the deal I say is "What's the fuck wrong with you, you crazy ass motherfucker" On the back seat tried to mean mug me and turn me like I was a sucker So slow ya lil' ass down on this side of town Before you find yourself either melted or even beat down Like that and that's on the goose my brother Because now days a dollar comes harder than a motherfucker So if you out in that world don't get caught or be slippin' 'Cause today's society ain't trippin' Ah, hay, Ah, hay, Ah, hay Yeah There's a fortune in this business There's a, there's a fortune in this business Mr. Flamboyant yeah, that just might be yo name The center of attention, money, fame Fuckin' with just rain or crazed insane Leader of the squad, much younger than gangs See he rolls the whole unit in a big simple pipe Foams stirs let it settle and then make it light Lookin' like rats, real swing when his bottles mail Spark off a kill, five hundred grams Pertainin' to the triple beam scale Solid as a rock, white, white, white A-1 peep pistol plan Nothin' with scandalous ass cakin' were baking soda Whether you know it or not ,here's a dog scale You gotta watch ya back or playa will Way to many brothers get took for large sums but me You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass Gain some weight, drink beer by the case, it's not too late Become a savage, get smoked once what ya want to establish One hitter quitters, the ho get down, run up on me now Ooh E why you come at em' like that man You know they can't understand that shit When you doin' about a buck fifty man But now put that shit goin' perspective for em' though Man, check this out my side hog Due to the fact that I am at liberty To release such valuable information towards the public Ya know what I'm sayin' Every one of my last side hogs been hollerin' at me Demandin' that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant Pertainin' to me havin' inherited The gift to spit so I had to like let loose Like that, well ya know the shit is good listenin', man But now I want you to go back To the tune you was doin' earlier in that song You know that lil' tune ya was doin' Oh, you mean this here Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go Out here get my propers don't ya know I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah And a lot of jealous fellows would love to see me fall Like that, that In Vallejo, California, Mr. Flamboyant In Oakland, Mr. Flamboyant South Central, San Francisco Flamboyant, Frisco North Richmond, Flamboyant East Palliato, Sacramento Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno Seattle, Washington L.A. Bear with me if I slither I'm kind of twisted off Tanqueray Never mind that to the East Coast we go Chi-Town, Chicago the land of the snow NYC New York, The Big Apple Every town is down, folks be comin' up short Detroit, Michigan and Philly Boise, Idaho now Billings Homeside State, D.C. Flamboyance don't care what it be costin' in Boston All around the city of Atlanta, Georgia The 2 Live State, Miami, Florida Ya don't wanna mess with Texas Buffalo, Memphis or Kansas Boyance can be found in Alabama New Orleans, Louisiana I just got a page from The Click Dank tight, I gotta get Yeah hustler, yeah hustler Yeah hustler, yeah hustler Yeah hustler, yeah hustler Yeah hustler, hustler Hustler, hustler, yeah hustler Hustler, hustler, hustler |
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from Dangerous Ground - Music From the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (데인저러스 그라운드) [ost] (1997) | |||||
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