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The Click Family

Heh... glide [?] Then the whole thing started with the Odd Squad parties Met E-40 at the Rap-A-Lot office Him and Bela cool niggas with the Click that

pegged Run you off like a scared dog with your tail between your legs Wanna be a baller when this G-shit go down This my time when I clown that yo click

trouble most coming from the west coast Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics Nobody knows what makes my mind click

, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin? Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin Please God can you understand me, bless my family

drop it I peeped the realest, and was choosed had love so I only bought bomb from 7-duce 15 for a drop an a dub, click, boxin up trouble an the next nigga

stuntin Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea) If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door I know my history, my family

To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't

popping the trunk Say what's up to that Gator, Mafio and that Pat I know y'all looking down from heaven, watching over our back When they mention Screwed Up Click

lost a scrimmage We floss a minute, we always know where to draw the limit See the rich cop expensive shit to get the poor offended My whole click related