made me go way out my body, way out, my body.. I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare I'm way out, my body, way out, my body [E-40] A'ight
made me go way out My body way out, my body I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare I'm way out, my body way out, my body A'ight B I heard the
Traduzione: The Click. Out My Body.
.C., bout to turn it out Make everybody scream and shout Make everybody scream and shout Now I heard all my people say [H.A.W.K] Bounce, rock, roller skate I scrape my
Southside crunk, pop your trunk and make it dance huh [Lil' Keke:] It's fa sho, we step in the do' motivated My click iced out, prepare to be faded My watch my wrist, my
ass ain't tough [H.A.W.K.:] The streets out there that's talking shit, niggaz out there that's riding dick Talking down on the Screwed Up Click, they
and in and out the Cold House (for real) They say stop hustlin' but I don't know how (I can't) I'm trying to get the six big body chromed out (uh-huh
throw your roley's in the air And all my down hoes, go on shake your darrier [Hook x2:] All my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go
floor Automatically get Loose Talking hit me On my hip JawBone Blue tooth All the girls Up in her click Be like what Ya'll wanna do My crew we Roll thicker than The president do Got they body
niggers go to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like
pistols in the air Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers Where my soldiers at When
that bucked at me but it wasn't my time to die ah pull out my thang hit 'em in the back whatever remained so the bitch stay out my business an let the
It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about Click Clack What you wanna talk about Click Clack What you wanna talk about Don't make me call you out and have my
TION! Come and march with me, I got Something in my Caddy that your ass gotta see Tech-9, banana clip, glock nine up on my hip In my trunk, I got more
my niggas Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea (Master P) Uptown baby, don't clown baby It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay
m paranoid, body shiverin, got me wakin' up in a cold sweat I grab my gun, put it to my dome, wonderin' if I should just die yet These voices in my head
Why's that?) I catch bullets in my molars, body slam boas And take flight with the weight of the world on my shoulders And blame David Blaine on any chains
was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthenics I'm "Dianetics" combined with lyrics My matureness is my insurance, kill my
