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Traduzione: The Click Five. I Quit! I Quit! I Quit!.
They throw the South with all they might, me I'm not the plexing type But I'm no punk bitch no not quite, I'm pieced up and I bar no fight They chatter
take me to ecstacy Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride I'm the type to swallow my blood
on my bones I bust a nut and I quit Lil' ?? be my click Back to this gangsta shit I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich Do my third to bricks Now where I
Alkaholik click, AKA the forty downers Flips rhymes like Calvin flips fries and quarter pounders I never drink and drive cuz I might spill my drink I
kid you only get hurt Son I stand five-ten wit the open palms, I'm droppin bombs Wit the, urban songs and I never stay calm when I kick it A matter of
yo' click Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggaz I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our
my business When I see you I'm a drop you Get slugged and get drugged My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge Got you when I spot you I should pop you
it or you don't, and I refuse to choose And candy blue's I cruise, cause if I snooze I lose And if I get out there bad, I just use my tools My mind and
I load it inside the barrel and put the third eye on him and do a little more than stare at him Poet, I know it I'm mister modern day Shakespeare I'm
I'm saying ha-ha Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup up my nigga 'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig' I know somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man I
, buy some kicks and they quit I ain't hustlin for a fifth, I'm on the grind to get rich I ain't gone lie, I got lazy making fifty a week But when that
even though I'm dolo you know I'm gon' hold it down So of course I got to click you whenever I roll around I hung for five minutes, she'll be on the way
it's on I'm finsta to stop her If I'm swingin for the knockout, best believe I'm fit to drop her Ninety-five's on pocket, representin I keep stompin Throw