Testi:
The Click Blowin Hot Air

the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the

going platinum Y'all niggas is going double plastic Shit'll get tragic, if one of you fools Choose to make me use my automatic Click-clack-blow, Curren$y the Hot

while we keep rockin on Now the object is survival son so get your hustle on Bust two shots while I blow up the spot I make it hot, till the jam is packed

minute Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit playa Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click

[Da Brat] I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it locked Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas I came to make y'all freak one

my mic still the gunner yo Facin towards what's mine, so throw your hands in the air cause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against your spine Blow your spot

ya when I get the drop, you got my shines on ya and deadly yacht, so I never get shot and this shit so hot, watch it resurrect 'pac I got more ways, then

But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs Let it die down, get it out the air Gossipin

(feat. BCC, MFC) [Thunderfoot] Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best