I thought we clicked like two parts of a puzzle, now I'm all in a muddle Click like the flick of a switch and now the pieces don't seem to fit Click like
thought we clicked like two parts of a puzzle, now I'm all in a muddle Click like the flick of a switch and now the pieces don't seem to fit Click like
Traduzione: Little Boots. Fare clic su.
the mind of a nigga like this This nigga pissed Cuz I pump bout four rounds up in the trick that he's with But it ain't my fault you're a little bitch (Without yo click
am, I feel, like I wanna bite his head off Yeah that'd be fun Coz I sure got an appetite I click my heels together three times They sparked a little,
clear your throats Nickatina been at since 11 Got me a spot up in gang bang heaven My mother use ta say that I was like a little reverend That's why
known to be a Juvenile just like me Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life Chorus: [
under So light up and give me that good cheeba cheeba I greet a senorita with a little mira, mira Peace to Juan coming down your block Knock boots in
enemies in sight I keep my boots strapped daily soldier ragg tied tight So when that beef start-dropping, watch 'em fall in line I gotta click of raw
(feat. Riot) [Intro] Shotters, the anthem For all my jugglers, my smugglers I was laid up in bed the other night I was rolling myself a little summin
what a real MC sounds like [Buckshot] I pulled up to the red light Somebody was parked on my right I heard them like K Ain't you that little nigga from
Boom Camp started, so y'all gotta finish the shit" BC legendary, dog, remember these kids No record company can put an end to this shit We click-click-click
downfall, creepin' all around y'all As soon as he jump up, I grip that pound sound off Just trynna live this, back bone the business BCC is the click
Thursday Sting ya like my sign do, I'ma Scorpio Ask your girl, she oughta know, I make her horny-o [talking] [Buckshot] Click, click, booyao! How you
type of nigga that be gamin' your freaks While you out workin' hard I'm puttin' stains in your sheets And sportin' Coogi and Gucci that's my duty Fuck a big bootie
a tragic place Cause uptown it ain't nothing sweet, it's just guns a grief Tons of beef, and little niggaz run the streets And pop the boots for lots
a youth But his lopsided game, see, was really counterfeit So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby
Conflict bumpin Your trunk and we steady dumpin [Crunchy Black] It's a motherfuckin stick up Giddy your shit up Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up Crucial Conflict, click