Da Hol’ 9, Lil Jon - Click Clack lyrics

[Da Hol’ 9, Lil Jon - Click Clack lyrics]

YEAH! check this out (what's up?)
You bout to witness
Some real muthafuckin game (okay)
All the way from the muthafuckin STL (okay)
Wit ya boy Lil' Jon
(YEAH) that's me nigga (uh huh)
ATL, it's goin' down, Kemo
(YEAH) , my nigga Kaos (YEAH)
So spit that muthafuckin real shit
For these bitch ass niggas (uh uh)

1- Click clack, click clack goes the AK
2- You know mo get left in the urr
Yes'ir yes'ir so uh
1- It's pistol play, every day, all daaaaay
2- There's too many niggas that
I know from the block get knocked and uh

I'm a, grinda fuck off my dick
I'm a, reach back slap the fuck out my bitch
Dump rounds
Watch shells jump the fuck out the clip
36 ounces on the scale
Chop the fuck out a brick damnit I'm sick
Watch me while I handle my shit
Eat bitch niggas for breakfast like
Ham and my grit's rollin them bole
Cross me and I'm smokin yo ho
Just because I live out here there
Ain't no control of the MO
Holdin the fo', fo' cock it back then I blow
The brains out the other side of yo 'fro
Muthafucka because you jivin them mo'
Bend over
You know that I'm the pride of the MO
Jump out the bushes like "surprise" on the mo
We on yo block
With the cake and no need for no Glock
It's a hatin I receivin yo spot
I just wanna be yo cut so
Muthafuckin bad my dick ain't hard
I spray AK Allay
45 hundred tips off in yo jaw bitch

Niggas try me like new pussy but
Always end up gettin fucked
Cuz I'm takin niggas heads off like
Chris Pronger wit that puck
See all the niggas that I roll wit
Give out punkin heads urry week
Dumpin lead, thurl g's
Run up in the club pumpin shit
We out that Lou, i thought you knew me and
My crew is unstoppable
Like Warner to Faulk, Hakim, Proehl
Holt & Bruce you couldn't top us or stop us
Wit choppas or proper voppers
Derty if you paid for it
Even if you prayed for it
It ain't gon' happen like yo squad
Beatin the Lakers in 4
It ain't gon' go mo, yo boys want mo'
They roll wit bitch niggas
Pussy whipped niggas, big lipped niggas
Them talk shit niggas, can't get rich niggas
You know them
Get pissed niggas that's always wit niggas
That make a bitch
Trick niggas, them skeet lil'
Shady slick niggas, we lunatic niggas
Keepin them brick niggas, switch hit niggas
Sit and sip niggas them nina click niggas

Now watch me
Parlay to the muthafuckin Cut' and get my gat
Investigate all you want
You ain't never know where my pistol at
No suspect, no motives, no witnesses, no clue
Nigga my alibis that I don't know what
The fuck done happened to you's
Wit my crew that night, drank
A brew that night, shake a booty that night
Act a fool tonight
Celebrate put 17 shots off in you tonight
Seems to be another kinda red
Comin from ya head in
The same slum wit a government infrared deal
Same stuff and a real deal
Same song wit that la-bel
And I gotta keep my shit cocked
Cuz the block be hot
That's why I be screamin that same shit
(what kind of shit nigga?) insane shit
I remember when we used to get
Up on the roof and
Nigga the next police ride down
This muthafuckin nigga we shootin
Hoes in a blue suit and hideout, regroup and
Every pistol we shoot man
We gotta use 2 hands
Nigga I'm comin, nigga I'm
Gunnin', nigga I'm bustin, nigga you runnin
Jumpin, nigga you duckin'

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