Click

Cast

• Erik Martin
• Robert Donavan
• Kevin E. West
• Gabriella Hall
• John Lazar
• Randall Bosley
• Shannah Laumeister
• Renee Thompson
• David Chielens
• Harvey Shain
• Eugene Buica
• Tatiana
• Thao Nguyen
• Jacqueline Lovell
• De'Ann Power
• Scott Herren
• Kim Dawson
• Rick Jordan
• Justin Sane

• Season 1
• Episode 1: The Body Beautiful
  Ted Fields: Pamela, this is not the time! We're in the middle of a felony!...
• Episode 2: Sexual Dependence Day
  Ron Slick is a Washington lobbyist who comes by Dr. Fez's "clicker" invention, which makes women err...
• Episode 3: In the Heat of the Click
  USA...
• Episode 4: Erotic Curse of Cairo
  USA:1997...
• Episode 5: Balls of Thunder
  Rod Steele: I'd like a vodka martini, shaken not stirred, with a touch of lemon and one green olive ...
• Episode 6: For the Love of the Click
  USA...
• Episode 7: Secrets Revealed
  USA:1997...

• Click - Citizen Fish
• Click - Avias Seay
• Click - Shawn Desman
• Click - Liquid Divine
• Actin' Bad - Click
• Get Chopped - Click
• Boss Baller - Click
• Blowin' Hot Air - Click
• Captain Save A Hoe - Click
• Wolf Tickets - Click
• What You Gon' Do About It - Click
• We Don't Fuck Wit' That - Click
• Victor Baron - Click
• Tramp Dogs - Click
• Struggled & I Strived - Click
• She Was Only 16 - Click
• Scandalous - Click
• Rock Up My Birdie - Click
• Out My Body - Click
• Ol' School - Click
• Num Num Juice - Click
• Mr. Flamboyant - Click
• Money Love Us - Click
• Mic Check - Click
• Let's Get Drunk - Click
• Learn About It - Click
• If I Took Your Boyfriend - Click
• Hurricane - Click
• Hot Ones Echo Thru The Ghetto - Click
• Click - Ultraspank
• Click - Little Boots
• Click - Skyzoo

On the screen tonight
Reflecting on the content of the words
Content to be suspended by the serious in the absurd
And equally let's sweat to see the silly in the serious
Volunteered subconscious twists
To front-seat the delirious
And crave the victory of human sentience above the roar
Of compliance and a vague defiance
Bred to raise the final score
Life's a competition just a text away from joining it
The subjugation game declares
The honours of spectatorship
Some twist the dial to find a smile
That doesn't boast of ownership
As other file the unbeguiled
As somehow missing out on it
Less inclined to see ourselves as part of what we come to see
A limbo staring at the hells of fame and anonymity
Then click from senses overstretched
To how the silence amplifies
A better places whose quality
Is something never advertised
Never advertised
Click click click click click click
Click click click click click click

Chorus:(2X'S)
I'm getting heated with this convo stop talking hobo
You really loco cause you ticking me off
My mind on my money I aint acting funny
You a freaking dummy yo boy about to click
Verse1:
Young nigga right here with brains in his head
Focused on my next hit that's just all said
-im keep my mind on my own business, don't come with it, um bout to click cause you ticking me off
It don't take a lot of quiz to get my job done
Cause I know my main goal and it's bound to be won
-don't come with yo bullshit, hating I aint wit, mind yo own business cause you ticking me off
Like I told yall before I'm the first and the last
Mo kicks fo da youtube mo hits out da ass
-don't need no copiers yall record floppiers stay out my lane cause you ticking me off
My name avias iight boystar all night
Rep lakeland fl cause my city keep it tight
-you from another city, don't bring yo ass wit it, cause my city is really gone get tick the fuck off
Chorus:
I'm getting heated with this convo stop talking hobo
You really loco cause you ticking me off
My mind on my money I aint acting funny
You a freaking dummy yo boy about to click
Verse2:
Don't you hate when you have people that laugh
Think you bout games when the props you always grab
-cause shit they aint spitting, almost isn't living, I got an angry feeling so stop ticking me off
Be the soft ass niggas that aint putting forth no effort
But always talking shit even mouth they can't afford
-so don't come up with it, if you got children, and aint making no living cause you ticking me off
My swag is the best cause I live up to my name
I'm moving in express so please catch up with my game
-nigga dis gucci and louie, call me a nigga dat doey, cause yall niggaz really guey and you ticking me off
Mo raps for the gangstas to blast in they cars
I'm just moving so fast like a nigga from mars
-so ride to the jam, you know you like it mam, I aint trying to be cocky but you ticking me off
Chorus:(2x's)
I'm getting heated with this convo stop talking hobo
You really loco cause you ticking me off
My mind on my money I aint acting funny

TAKE 5
Written By: Blair Perkins
Verse 1:
Your seven digits don’t matter to me, Just need you to come to me
girl come and see about me, because girl you ain’t just no ordinary
breed
he got you locked up in house and I got the key to set you free
Pre Chorus:
And girl, you looking fly, i’m like oh my my
like were the hell did this girl come from
because I never see you around
and when I do you looking down
baby do me a favor, can you stop and just take five
Chorus:
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby do me a
favor
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby baby baby
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby do me a
favor
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby baby baby
Verse 2:
Girl come right over and dance to this beat, girl come join the elite
I see you looking at me, and you you know you want to dance me
because he ain’t giving you what you need
girl quit playing and talk to me
Pre Chorus:
And girl, you looking fly, i’m like oh my my
like were the hell did this girl come from
because I never see you around
and when I do you looking down
baby do me a favor, can you stop and just take five
Chorus:
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby do me a
favor
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby baby baby
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby do me a
favor
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby baby baby
Bridge:
Girl you must like being lonely , Because girl its only
one two three four five, five minutes
because I see him around the town and I know how he gets down
girl drop that dude and move to someone new , baby take five
Chorus:
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby do me a
favor
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby baby baby
Baby baby just take five baby baby baby just take five baby do me a
favor

click click, you will never get
the perfect girl inside my bed
tick tock, you will never see
all the things that should not be
hush hush, you will never know
the man that makes your dreams come true
well well, you will never feel
a joy that makes you feel so real
all the best from all of us
one will fail, the next will pass
hey you lovely broken thing
we´re living in a maze
click click, maybe you will find
the train that goes to wonderland
well well, maybe you will save
the final tree on planet earth
hush hush, maybe you will pay
for people that will force decay
tick tock, maybe you will see

Touchdown from all angles...and what have you
[E-40]
Make like a tampon and soak up this game
While I teach ya bout my dictionary book of slang
I used to fuck with the triple, coconut popsicles
Been tellin' time on the grind, but never got caught in the pickel
My doctor say I drank too much, cirrhosis
But I'm pissy drunk till my liver bust cause I'm hopeless
Hope I don't miss my target
Hope I don't and tinkle all over the toilet
[B-Legit]
Money plus game four keys and a glock
A fat ass sack and I ran the block
If it wasn't my brand it wasn't on my corner
The only nigga plugged with the border brush
Got that white bitch, tight shit, right fo' sho'
Hook me with a pot and some soda and watch me flip the snow
Niggas know that when I'm droed that I be gone
And don't know what the fuck page I be on
[D-Shot]
Back in 86 was a motherfuckin' trip to me
A young hustler actin' bad on the city streets
And never givin' a fuck about nathin'
Who's that man that got jacked, who's that fool on the pavement
Damn whatever it takes to get my grits
Stackin' large mail, tryin' to get my pockets thick
And fuckin' every bitch that I could
But what about those niggas actin' bad in my hood
[Chorus]
Niggas actin' bad (Ooh)
Niggas actin' bad (Actin' bad)
Niggas actin' bad (Real bad)
Niggas actin' bad (Niggas actin' bad)
Niggas actin' bad (Real bad)
Niggas actin' bad (Ooh, ooh)
[E-40]
I grew up listenin' to Too Short and Freddie B.
It's some nigas out there between Magic Mike and Calvin T.
Kind off U-T-F-O, KRS
Blow Fly and Rudy Ramone and girls with sex
I ball up in my truck lookin' cleaner then cozi
Burnin' mo' rubber than a pussy on fire
See there ya go, 40 flashin' like blue light
Man fuck his ho, that bitch ain't in check
[B-Legit]
I once heard a ho say pimpin' was dead
But me and that niggas smoked back to the head
We was choppin' up game just between us playas
The nigga tellin' me that he runnin' for mayor
With his campaign strong, got his money on
Front a brand new Jag when he wrapped his home
Growin' up in motherfuckers doings
Catch me out there bad, actin' foolish
[Chorus with variations]
[E-40]
Look, actin' bad unorthodox behavement
Celebratin' breakin' bottles on the pavement
Put some Barbarians on ya squad that don't be joshin'
Flip a 1970 Cut and spoil it rotten
Every doobie roll thick to the Cali convention
Handin' out cassettes all we want is distributin'
Forced to sell tapes out the trunk of our vehicles
Tirty day assignments to sheet and leopolds
[B-Legit]
Shows out of state on some concert dates
Plus ice skating on some chrome 1-8s
Motel plans cause the game was hittin'
Seventeen G's cause the game was spittin'
Hangin' in the halls in my draws and shit
Groupie ass bitch on my balls and dick
They makeme sick with they broke ass
Now who y'all know that need that dope fast
[D-Shot]
Now who's got my back
Now that I'm fucki' with keys, hey yeah I gots to have my strap
Too many fools want to take my place
But I'm a sharp ass nigga and I'ma damn sho' stake my bank
I flips and flops, buster ass niggas drop
Pop the glock, drop my top, it don't stop
Fuck these po-pos they always try to question me
Cause actin' bad is where a young nigga be

Game must be focused upon
Game
If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin'
(What you say)
If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin'
Game (Then spit it)
[E-40]
A nigga spent his last quadruple of cash
Hopin' that the plane wouldn't crash
Out smarted the task while teachin' they ass
Bouts the other side of the grass
Uh, I spits the truth from the soil untold
See 340 in ya pager, that's the code
Hit me back cause you know he's busy off the hook
Plus the hurricane ethyl got him too took
Drug instaces, penitentiary chances
Circumstances, gigantic ass live enhancements
Keep on mashin' though, don't quit
Game Related, comin' from the fuckin' Click
[D-Shot]
Now that I made the major leagues
Pushin' big ki's
Niggas from my block ain't tryin' to see me
I came up too fast for them punks hoes
Now them fools wants to kick in my door
Bringin' over the change if you think that you can fuck with this
Bam, pops to the dome bitch
Motherfuckers hate to see a true nigga flamboast
Bringin' in more net than gross
[Hook]
They wants to kick in my spot
Boom get chopped
They wanna take me for what I got
Boom get chopped
They wants to strike through my block
Boom get chopped
But I'm up on they plot
Boom get chopped
[E-40]
Bitch, feelin' evil like Knievel lookin' for a wrench
Gotta a couple screws loose like the grinch
Problem child ain't got no problem with disposin'
Lose me temper, lose me cool but on the same token
He ain't gon' bust a grip, man that nigga E-40 fakin'
You failized I have ya whole family wear and taken
Paper hatin' haters get put in they place
Crevice achin' baggers get smacked in the face
[D-Shot]
Niggas from the other side of town be talkin' big shit
Actin' like they wanna fuck with my click
But the shit ain't changed fuck the rap game
Hillside nigga on a mission to proclaim
My motherfuckin' spot in society
Southside niggas just jealous, they doubt me
Punk niggas lookin' for a reason
Kick off a rucus to start the funk season
[Hook]
[D-Shot]
I fucks with ya, ya bitch
Nigga get rich, fool don't you know this the click
Be the hundred SL's what a nigga straight smash
One hundred thousand in cash
[E-40]
Follow the leader
Trip on how this thing gets deeper
The more I teach 'em the dumber I get
Dizzy-izzy, hey Shot these tardy niggas kill me
But what they don't know is I fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee
Fuck 'em and feed 'em
Pistol whip they ass and bleed 'em
Stuck 'em and read 'em
Find out where they snooze and sleep 'em
You pearl tongues need to stop workin' for the cops

[D-Shot talking]
Aw shit (*Coughing*)
That blunt ain't nuttin' nice man
Peep game though
Yeah (*Coughing*)
Shit
[Verse 1 - D-Shot]
One mo' spot
For the nigga named Shot
With the D in the front
Time to give 'em what they want
Hoes wanna affiliate they self with the shot caller
Cause they know I'm a baller
I'm representin' nathan but the V
Click shit, E-40 and B
Legit, now we might clip some shit
And to you tramp ass hoes it goes something like this
You can call me on the under
But you can never meet Shot on that alias number
The hoes ball down to my SC 4 double 0
But what they don't know
[Hook]
A motherfuckin' thang about D-Shot
Cause he's got way mo' knots than a d-spot
A boss baller comin' out the V
The D to the S to the H-O-T
Who knows a motherfuckin' thang about D-Shot
Cause he's got way mo' knots than a d-spot
A boss baller comin' out the V
The D to the S to the H-O-T
[Verse 2 - D-Shot]
I break niggas like bitches in a game of craps
No screws on my cruise but a gang of straps
It ain't my fault, I ain't trippin' like I try to tell hoes
At the club on my knock it's them Streisdale hoes
Six-footer on the scale she's a 1-6-0
Big shot from the block fixin' to knock this ho
At the club way perved on some shit E hooked
Me and V was choppin' game about this bitch I shook
Chased her through the town like a young greyhound
Shot caller gettin' ghost bitch I'm out this town
Hurricane in my system makes my Lexus run
You can call me on the under bitch but you gets none
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - D-Shot]
Now let you tellit D-Shot is a big fella
A Click fella, at 2-6-0 I'm a thick fella
And my side hogs and my dogs know the rest
When funk was on I wore a triple X vest
In the drought season I went rock for rock
I guess that's why they say I knock harder than a d-spot
And hoes ooh I'm on them sluts and tramps
You can ride on my trunk just don't blow up my amps
But never shotgun Shot don't have one to fit a gender
Six-foot breakin' she's a bender
Tryin' to chase the coupe as I smob through the V
Punk ass ho you don't know a thing about me

[* Beep *]
[Answering Machine]
Good evening, at the tone
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07
[The Click talking]
Ya know how us bosses step up, know what I mean
Ya do what we do and do what we do to get paid
We get paid, some quintessential, real ass niggas
Stack chips and make some money up
Ya know, I said r-realize the game
Stack chips and make some money up
I said r-realize the game
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' money man
I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' bank
I s-said realize the game
[E-40]
Look here, abominable, honorable
Countable, astronomical but monumental
I used sell and serve pops up out my auntie's Pinto
Still keepin' it ghetto, barbecuin' in the front yard
Slappin' bones, ton of niggas perkin'
Recitin' lyrics from my songs
Ain't nobody hurtin' we all workin'
Tryin' to have loot, in the studio
With hangovers tryin' to re-coop
I get down, ballin' like Kobe Bryant
You niggas is lousy, small things to a giant
How you gonna be swappin' up my style
And goin' off by a crack in my units
I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click
The super kind, I love to spit
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him
Took his music out of the streets
Policy out on a small fee
Now to be clear, without equal
Both young and new MCs out for dinner
Crackin' ho ass niggas off something gravy
Especially when I get to doin' it by the way, hey
So that nigga told me, that's square
But why ya wanna get in on that sucker sauce B
I didn't ask you to get on this album
Cause he knew I'd fuck him off
[Hook]
Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money
I s-said realize 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 motherfuckin' money
I s-said realize 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)
[D Shot]
I couldn't hold myself back my niggas
I'm no longer in the background niggas
It's 2000 and I'm shittin' on niggas
I'm callin' shots to the streets my nigga
So niggas, they run and hide under bosses
No longer in California cause it's too many crosses
You fucked around and got a tip from a mad bitch
Cause you was next on the motherfuckin' hit list
You got ya ghetto pass revoked cause you ain't real
If you didn't get to steppin' you was gettin' killed
Rapper, slash street hustler
They both the same, a buster is a buster
Ain't got no chance to revive yourself
Get that buster out ya soul and ask God for help
Nigga, times is a wastin'
What the fuck ya gon' do, ain't nobody got no patience
[B-Legit]
Nigga this ain't no fun, dat nigga (Nigga)
Nigga this'll have yo hat tacked nigga (Nigga)
Lay ya head flat dat nigga (Nigga)
Smashin' up the wrong way nigga (Nigga)
Niggas side to side, shoulder shoulder
Ain't never stepped foot outside without my bulldozer
Hops off in the Nova, we keeps it cheesy and real greasy
Like Church's with game for you to purchase
Keep bitch niggas nervous
Nigga this Click shit, don't get it misconscrued
It's nothin' to catch yo bitch ass on a move
We don't lose, nigga we like them V's we batter and bruise
And leave ya ass leakin' sloppy for the ten o'clock news
[Hook]
[D Shot]
I'm off that Click shit, sick shit
Hog shit, mob shit
Fuck with my family you get yo jaw split
Off the 2-11 still reserved, I'm on one
Strike a inner in a T-Bird, I blow one
We on that nigga shit, I can't believe it
Ya so damn niggarish, best believe it
A got some bad come holler at me
Ya hope to take the THC, hit ya for the half P
[B-Legit]
I'm slippery, see it's trickery to get with me
Claimin' victory, leavin' niggas hickory
Party history, things remain a mystery
Got the quick of me, niggas ain't shit to me
Swiftly ain't no ands buts or ifs with me
I'm sickery, state pen stickery
Ice pickerly, main vein literally
It's part of me, I'm hard on the arteries
Got the arch with me, fuck a nigga parking E
Cross this T, then send him out to sea
Where the bodies be deep and titanicaly
Franticaly, some niggas panicky
I'm the sample G, I handle things savagely
Above average things, especially for the cabbage tree
Niggas mad at me and really ain't around me
For your anatomy it's fully automatically
[E-40 talking]
And I said to myself,
Ya know what pimpin'
Dude a lot of these niggas is tardy and they need a tutor
Due to the fact that a lot of these niggas
Wasn't brought up under the umbrella
Ya know, and a lot of these triple OG ass niggas
They ain't really been passin' the game down
Like we was laced and groomed on
Ya know what I mean back in the early 80s
Ya know what I mean, to these young niggas man
I mean I analyze this shit nigga
I mean it is small things to a giant
The way I do these damn things man
I mean a lot of these niggas, hey you know what
I've been caught between a rock and a political hard place
On how to explain the game to these squares man
I mean these niggas is just a square
As my motherfuckin' back pockets man
I'm off this Colo Vasey, this is Click shit all day
On you bitch ass niggas

Captain Save A Hoe (remix)feat. The Click
[Hook]
Ah is a, Ah is a
Should I save her (I wanna be saved)
Ah is a, Ah is a
Should I save her (I wanna be saved)
Ah is a, Ah is a
Should I save her (I wanna be saved)
[B-Legit]
It's 1994 and fools need to miss me be savin' these
foes
You know how these tricks be, be buyin' em' clothes
Wanna taxi those on vogues with the beat
And have em' sittin' next to em' in the front seat
But not B see I'm a hog up out the V
And my motto is bust a batch and hit the throttle
To the smoke talkin' on my Okie doe
World wide I got a clydes up in Tokoyo
[E-40]
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
What's that fool name? (Captain save a hoe main)
More faster than a speeding bullet
To put on his cape and scared
I put the fake the fake the funk the funk
To me that's not the way to do it
Captain mutha-f em' Save a soul came to me
Flexin' just like a little ol' batch
All up in front of my company
Had to check him fast with an ear check dump and
pumpin'
Talkin' to him while I'm beatin' him down
Pumpin' fear talkin' bout partner you gone retrospect
something here
[Hook]
[D-Shot]
Mr. Super-Snitch, Mr. Super-Trick
Yeah, you wanna kill me cause I tossed ya chick
You should had your cape on tight that night
Cause a brother like the Shot sho plugs em' right
And now yo batch is straight callin me lovin me
On the under for the porno star that I be
And don't you come in my face with that trick shhh
Ya betta try some more shhh
[E-40]
I got the gift to grab any batch
That I want but I don't
Cause batches now a days will get you caught up in some
funk
Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you girls 'n
How come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin'?
The other day you see me smobbin' down magazine
With some ol' sucker in your car lookin' at me mean
I stopped in the middle of the street
Reached under seat to grab my heat
Man that's the same ol' buster
that I got into it with at the club last week
[B-Legit]
Man them suckers can't fade
They batch made
And so they start
But suckers with no heart
Don't want no part to this
Fool rollin' with the Funk Mobb
And when it's funk
The pump will spit them double laws
So what you doin' when we roll through you hideout
I let my mack get off and then I rides out
With your as* there smokin' like a dope fiend
You savin em' man and that's batch thang
[Hook]
[Suga-T]
I'm lovin' tricks when I'm pimpin'
And even snitches just for my riches
Captain Save Me, it's all good if ya slippin'
It's all good as long as ya payin' yeah
It ain't my fault if you get sprung off my land
I'm takin' GA checks, go to the bank Hank
If ya comin' faulty, you get ganked main
Long as a trick comes fallin' down
That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clown
[E-40]
But make that man take care your kids
Make that fella call your kids his
Make that mark get out there and work
Make him fool buy you a Brinun Burk
It's all part of that sucker take care of me
Crevice whipped fool come save me
Batches out there be on the look out
For Captain save em' though
Cause he's savin though
[Hook]
[Captain Save a Hoe]
Ha ha
Yeah baby, what's up you wanna get your hair done
Come on let's go down to Lee and Kim Nail's
We can get your nails done, get your hair done
What about your kids? How many kids you got? Two?
Ah, yeah that's cool we can go feed and cloth them kids
We can go down and get the hook up at Durant Square
Yeah baby I do anything for ya
Want you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to
my name
Matter of fact I get you a cellular phone and a pager
We can get that package deal down there at Cellular One
Baby I'm here for you I got you

Wolf tickets..
Yeah, game goes on nigga
And it ain't no myth for the nigga fifth
C-L-I-C-K shit up in this bitch for rich
I was told a few hands sellin them wolf tickets
Like they gold tryin to be bold
So we here to buy a few
Cash em in check a chin
Cuz hogs play to win
So if you doin' alot of baulkin', can't walk that walk
Take two steps back and look at yourself
Before you wind up in that in that chalk nigga
(D-Shot)
17 from a broken down hood with no dreams
The only thing I knew was to form a fat team
The Hillside just a small part of the city
Where poppin ass gangstas flossin like me
See I rap
But what I spit gets straight real
I serve no wolf tickets
Nigga I will kill
Any motherfucker that step within my boundry
When you fuck with me, you fuck with my family
(B-Legit)
Motherfuckers talk hard
But never hit the yard
When they car gets snatched
Lil' ol batch
We can knuckle up take it to the blind
Main line livin' got me diggin
Tryin not to catch no time
They got me locked down cuz I made the dump
17 gettin off nigga bring the funk
And ain't no punk from the start
With no love and no heart
So nigga you can sing the part
Chorus-
Why is they barkin', knowin they know,
Talkin that irrelevant, fat mouth n fo sho,
But since they ain't no tellin what jack told Helen
What the hell is they Sellin'?
Wolf Tickets
(E-40)
Haters, come out and play-yay
And I be waitin' with they Chinese AK-yay
But you can't have female dog bitch in your joints
Goin alll about ya way just ta get the brownie points
First one to to wolf that shit first one to bone and
skat like cash
Dissin one them hard hoe ass niggas run in packs
Hatin on the slusha; just cause he heard that
I was thinkin bout throwin me a Testarossa this summer
(Suga-T)
Yeah, wolf tickets is some silly tricks tryin to be the
shit
Comin' with that sicky-sing sing stupid ass shit
Soul Train's about to pay me doe
So I can skat from Vallejo to the iggity-iggity O
Uhh, it's a gang of fools wolfin' tryin to get in for
free
Sprinkle Me, you see me Suga-T
Uhh, might wanna preciate some real shit spiggity spit
But now fools be straight wolfin' it
Chorus
(B-Legit)
I hate the transformin' - Bustas in disguise
Don't really know what the fuck is between they thighs
To my surprise you've been sleepin with the enemy
And at the same time drinkin' on gin with me
I cut you loose wasn't fuckin with the extra luggage
90 somethin and you just now gettin' published
But you wolfin to the wrong cat
I got the hog on my back and body bleeders in my
milimeter
(E-40)
A thir-a thirteen hundred block magazine
40 cookin' cola, A-1, Ice Cream
Packages stuffed pineapple, yola, and greens
Had a basement full of choppers and Triple Beams
In order to spit this type of shit you gotta know it,
Seen it, did it, lived it, been it
No more 7-11 turf burrito chimmy chomas
Now we some timahs regular customers at benny dollars
Ha, ha yeah I tried to told ya falsified ass niggas
that it's goin down, comin up out the V-town
You see funk is somethin only a choosen few stand tall
through
But as you can see we pull hoe cards
For you hoe-havin', playa hatin'
Mad at the world cause the game is passin them by
Top naggas that want to be hard
So accept game and stop, look and listen and quit lyin'
to kick it
and cease on the motherfucker wolf tickets you
know!!!!!!

by Gary Chapman
Out on the town
Me and my friend
We make the rounds
Then we make them again
The radio's on
It's blaring our song
Man, we sound bad
When we sing along
CHORUS:
We can laugh
We can drive
We can't sing
But we can try
We can wait
We can see
We can love
We can be
The night is warm
The top is down
We hold our heads
Like we own this town
Maybe we do
Or maybe we will
What if we don't
Who's it gonna kill
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Yeah, we can
What I grow old
If I ever do
I need to know
There's still me and you
If I forget
What we know now
Won't you come by
And remind me how
We can laugh
We can drive
We can't sing
But we can try
We can wait
We can see
We can still love
We can be
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Yeah, we can
Baby, we still can
Oh, yeah
We can, we still can
We can, yes we can
We can, we still can
We can, yes we can
We can love
We can laugh
We can't sing
We don't care
Yeah, we can
Yeah, we can
We still can
Baby, you know we can
We can, we still can
We can still love
We can still be

It's Christmas again
Families and friends
Chasing from store to store
Here's last minute me
Hoping to see
Just what you're wishing for
We are more than just friends
As the gift should show
Standing here, all at once I know
This gift I bring
It's yours for the taking
Wrapped in love
It took a lifetime making
From my heart
Straight to your longing
This gift I bring
Is simple and free
And comes with a guarantee
I give you me
It may not be much
A smile or a touch
But it's all yours for all time
It's here for today
And won't go away
'Cause I'm not the leaving kind
Here's my fragile heart
It is yours to break
You may say no
But that's a risk I'll take
This gift I bring
It's yours for the living
Wrapped in love, it's the gift I'm giving
From my heart
Straight to your longing
This gift I bring
Is simple and free
And comes with a guarantee
From now on
When the wind is blowing
And the tears are flowing like rain
You'll be safe
In the shelter of this gift
It's yours for the taking
Wrapped in love, it took a lifetime making
From my heart
Straight to your longing
I hope you smile
I guess we'll see
This gift I bring
It's yours for free
It comes with a guarantee
I give you me
Words and Music by Gary Chapman and Michael Omartian
(C) 1997 Riverstone Music (ASCAP), Mandipher (ASCAP)
arrangement: Michael Omartian
electric piano/acoustic piano: Michael Omartian
acoustic guitar: Gary Chapman
electric guitar: Mark Oakley
synthesizers: Tim Akers
bass: Danny O'Lannerghty
drums: John Hammond
percussion: Eric Darken
pedal steel guitar: Tommy White
orchestra: Nashville String Machine

by Gary Chapman
There is a river running through this town
It carries the water
There isn't any way to slow it down
Or make it stop
I was a baby when the big bridge fell
So I don't remember
But I have listened to the stories well
And so I know
They were falling
To the surface
They were calling
To their God
And their cry was
Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us
Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying
Fishing for luck beneath the bridge that day
A man in his eighties
He saw it happen and began to pray
As he dove in
He found a mother and a baby boy
They both wouldn't make it
The mama handed him her only joy
He took the child
Then he was swimming
Like he was twenty
He made shoreline
Then he died
And his thoughts were
Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us
Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying
He was crying
I miss my mother and the brave old man
Though I never knew them
They are the soul inside the man I am
I bear their dreams
And I am walking
In their footsteps
I am talking
To their God
And my cry is
Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us
Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying
Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us
Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying
We're all crying
There is a river running through this town
It carries the water
There isn't any way to slow it down

by Gary Chapman
I've seen the darkness
And it saw me
But here in the light
Where the dark can't see
There is a sweet glow of mercy that covers me
Now I am found
But once was lost
And there in the gutter
Where the wheels came off
There was a sweet glow of mercy that covered me
It picked me up
And set me right
Brought me day
And killed my night
Mercy's there at every turn
Mercy gives what I can't earn
Gonna let that sweet glow of mercy
Yeah, that sweet glow of mercy
Gonna let that sweet glow of mercy cover me
I've been known to run
But I can't hide
I can't get away
From the light inside
There is a sweet glow of mercy that covers me
I have fun
I got fast
But when the pull
Of this life has passed
There will be a sweet glow of mercy that covers me
It'll pick me up
And set me right
Bring me day
And kill my night
Mercy's there at every turn
Mercy gives what I can't earn
Gonna let that sweet glow of mercy
Yeah, that sweet glow of mercy
Gonna let that sweet glow of mercy cover me
I'm talking 'bout that sweet glow of mercy
See the sweet glow of mercy
Gonna let that sweet glow of mercy cover me
And if I die before I wake
There's no doubt what soul he'll take
There would be a sweet glow of mercy
Yeah, the sweet glow of mercy
There'll be a sweet glow of mercy that covers me
There will be a sweet glow of mercy
Yeah, a sweet glow of mercy
There'll be a sweet glow of mercy that covers me
I'm living in the sweet glow of mercy
I'm loving that sweet glow of mercy
I'm happy in the sweet glow of mercy that covers me
I'm laughing in the sweet glow of mercy
I'm dancing in the sweet glow of mercy
I'm loving this sweet glow of mercy that covers me
There's such a sweet glow
Such a sweet glow

E-40:
I grit my teeth to keep release, kkep my fatih and hope (hope)
Need to stop stressing before I have a stroke
Up in lower development housin' (housin'), talk and turmoil (turmoil)
Food in our refrigerator never had a chance to spoil
You know why? (Why?) Wasn't rich wasn't poor (wasn't poor)
You know why? (Do you know why?) cause it's the boss player from next door
(from next door)
Sleepin' on the floor, hectic, (hectic), but that's expected
B-Legit:
When I was young, I never could afford no Nikes, and everybody else had
brand new bikes
I use to hike to school, in the rain with fools, 13 deep in the ghetto
streets (in the ghetto streets)
Hook:
LeVitti:I've struggled and I've strived
Suga T:Struggled and I've strived
LeVitti:Been a hustler all my life
Suga T:Been a hustler all my life
Both:I ain't rich and I ain't poor, did more dirt than you would know
LeVitti: I've struggled and I've strived, strived
D-Shot:
In 1984 was the year for the Shot to step through the door (through the
door)
That's when my daddy walked away from my mama (mama)
She tried to work it out but it wasn't no stoppin' (stoppin')
Barely paying the rent, she had four mouths to feed, hot water and corn
bread (corn bread)
Watching the stress while my momma straight handlin' things (handlin'
things) ?
Suga-T:
Coming up wasn't easy for the no should I be (c'mon)
Living dad to day depended on the first of fifteen
I had 2 kids to raise from a teenage love
You couldn't tell me a thing because I knew what was up
Hook
B-Legit:
I brought it down the block, crooked at 16 (16)
Bought my first 22 from a dope fiend (dope fiend)
I kept my nose clean, paper by all means
And only real niggas rolled on the team
E-40:
Ah, ah, a most of you ain't never had to pawn (had to)
A lot of you ai't had to stoned out (stoned out)
But there's something different on my behalf (behalf)
Do what I do to get the cash (get the cash)
D-Shot:
My daddy didn't give a shit, I had to struggle and strive to make a
motherfuckin' grip
And every dollar and 15 cents, I gave to my mamma cause we wasn't that rich
Suga-T:
Me the knot, give up the twat, hoes wasn't taking that shit on my block
We had a lot of foes, when we first started out (spit it girl)
Now there's players everywhere from the north to the south (beeotch)

[E-40 and B-Legit talking]
Hey what's E, Ah I can't call it just chill like an alcoholic
It's like that huh, yeah
Hey what's up with lil' baby you had last night yo
Ah she was cute and shit but I had to put on my clown suit
Check it out
[E-40]
Only sixteen, thick as fuck
Gigantic size tits, big ass bust
She ain't trippin' her tight jeans was fittin' manish
Mint condition man, major damage
Potent dope, no joke
Bottle of suffix, I knew she wasn't smokin' no coke
Look hella tempted while I'm mustin'
The bad thing about it I was pressed in her cousin Tammy
But that's another story though
Nothin' worth relevant, let's talk about the sixteen year old
Sexy and seducitve, quite impressive
I macked on baby when she least expect it
Designer clothes at the neighborhood laundry
Can I help you, oh by the way my name is E baby
She said I already know my cousin done spilled her guts
Said she did some stuff in yo 1970 Cut
I replied is that right, the boss and the hideous
That tight ass bitch Ginger ain't got nothin' on this
As far as havin' me get, I spit the playa poppin' con
I put that piece in the box, snatched her up and we was gone
I said what about yo nigga, the boss and hood bounty
Wasn't he supposed to pick yo ass up, she said fuck him
I said let's go get twisted, she said my house ain't far
I got a king-sized bed, satin sheets, and a bar
To the velvet rugs, past the liquor store
She said homie just step on it, moms get home at four
I said OK, no problem hella juice from the beat
Smashed on the gas, I see her house down the street
I finally made it, hmmm what is this here
Baby came out the kitchen with a trunk full of beer
I rushed to the niznack time for sex
Like my partner Waldo, E-40 at his best
She was kind of tense, yeah it made sense
I said to myself I might have to hit that there fence
She said let's calm down, we really gotta check it
I don't know about you but I'm ready to get butt naked
She said me too, then I said cool
Unzipped my pants showed her my dick like a fool
She said I'm so hot, touchin' her crotch
Stripped down to nathin' laid on the couch
My shit ain't even in, clitoris tinglin'
Give me some more that what the hiefer was mumblin'
Let's get on the floor, that's what I had to say
She said I like it from the back, I said the rectum or the crevay
Ass in the air, I'm about to dig up in her
Went in the crib but thought before I entered
Chlamydia no, I better check that ho
Dug in my ear the wax let me make it clear
The finger that I use, stuck it in the grill
Searched for some cups if it burns it's chlamydia
Old day tactic taught by my uncle
If ya gonna have the front hold it tight don't buckle
Armed with the test, not a pain or sting
This I presume that the bitch is kind of clean
Unzip the Trojan, better safe than sorry
Stretched it to fit, told it feel like calamari
Am I makin' love, she said no ya not
Should I keep it up, she said I'm nuttin' don't stop
How does it feel, she said such a large cock
I continue to tax the bitch like H & R Block
Back in forth, forth and back just call me ball
These rug burns got my knees feelin' kind of raw
She's bustin' nuts repeatedly can't be mad at me
I'm lastin' longer than a Doracell battery
To the lessons of clock, got pin and a cock
Got two and a half non-stop and the door ain't locked
I'm out of line like a patient
Went deep into the fullopian tubes, released my frustration
Moms walks in, sniffin' and shit
Actin' like she wanted some of this big dick
She said my tits, clit be hard as brick ya aught to try it
She said move over girl let me show ya how to ride it
She started lickin' my dick with much philosophy
I'm feelin' like I won the lottery
From the head to the scrotum gobblin'
She even sucked my toes something slobberin'
Don't even tweak, I'm a nympho ya didn't know
I said what sign is you, she said Scorpio ya know
[E-40 and B-Legit talking]
Oh so that's what went down with ol' baby right
I thought you heard
I told ya man, the facts been proven man
These sedity hoes be choosen
Like that, why don't ya switch ya partner number man
I wanna see this type of game ya know
Ya know that ain't no problem, I sign off
If I got to, you still got them black jack things
I thought you heard, let's go get twisted or something though
Yeah you too though, I got that too
Ah front it man, all them cops glidin'

[Chorus]
Uh, uh it's so scandalous (Scandalous)
Uh, it's really get scandalous (Scandalous)
Ooh, scandalous (Scandalous)
Uh, scandalous (Scandalous)
[E-40]
Yeah, don't allow no speaks
We play for keeps among these darkened streets
No peace, half of them fools I went to school with are deceased
Sad, especially when your rag don't come from much
I'm doin' bad, but they call me playboy
Partner came through in the clutch, reached out and touched
And I want the Chips Ahoy without the milk and honey
I ain't no punkish fool, steady missin' money
Steady missin' fetti, Eddie steady missin' scrill
I'm tryin' to make enough allowance to pay my water bill
[D-Shot]
Growin' up wasn't that cool to me
I didn't have that many friends just enemies
Until I quit school and started slangin' dope
Came up and wanted a lil' mo'
Mo' mail, clientele yo that sells
Humongous clout, tryin' hard not to fail
Boss ballin' feelin' my way this mo' each day
Out smartin fools tryin' to have it my way
[Suga-T]
Well, how can a cutie come so so tight
Everybody and they mama got a gat so don't nobody be wantin' to fight
Haters be out there bad tryin' to impress their foes
Pimps turn em' out and then they grow up to be sad-a-pus
Gotta keep a child because I'm tryin to get paid
Yeah, gotta shake these city slickers outta my way
But now mother's day I didn't like a hold on, amen
Stay strong, through it all, do it all
Cause folks is straight scandalous
[Chorus]
Scandalous, shit is gettin' scandalous
Scandalous, it's really gettin' scandalous
Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous yeah
Scandalous, it's really gettin' scandalous yeah
[B-Legit]
I'm off in this game, runnin' thangs tryin to get it
I do what I do but I'm true when I spit it
Talk about the time when the grind did me bad
Broke in my pad, took everything I had
Left me with the fo' maybe I can trade her in
Rent's due and all I got is a fen
Knots in my stomach can't understand this
Fools in the town becomin' scandalous
[E-40]
I know some things that'll stun ya, make ya wonder
I seen the scandalous use to cheer the social security number
I seen fiends make pipes outta ink pens
Commit incest throw they body at they own kids
Playas become haters, if they ain't doin' it now they doin' it later
Oh you ain't heard man this here's startin' to be contagious
Can't be sittin' in the cabinet collectin' dust
Plus, man this life is so scandalous
[Chorus]
Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous
Scandalous, really gettin' scandalous
Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous
[D-Shot]
I remember sittin' in the pen
On the pool table hopin' that I win
Ten packs of some noodles, coffee, and some cigarettes
Tryin' to get penitentiary on the ridge
It seems fools don't wanna pay
My source of income depends on day to day
Nobody on the streets cares for me
No packages or no messages
[B-Legit]
Scandocious, keep my focus would ya feel me
Got me thinkin' people close to me tryin to kill me
That's why I ride with this hill side beamer
Bust ueys and only smoke with the lueys
The other day they was plottin' on my homie Dre
Tried to slip him a mickey in his Bombay
But now we knowin' not to fall for the oakey-doakey
It's all bye-bye when it smokes
[Suga-T]
I was left in the dark scene had to run
Did what I had to do, kept my game tight and never wonderin'
Credit card scandals, boostin' falsified checks
Takin chances, scandalous
[Suga-T singing]
You know times are so scandalous
What should we do, just keep on movin'
Close your eyes, have that flow
Could it be your face I see
Up in these scandalous dreams

[The Click talking]
Alright, alright
I'm tight, I'm tight
All day, all day
[Hook]
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
If the funk jump then my pistol will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
Don't let that shit jump, my pistol will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
If that shit jump then my stapler will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
Don't let that shit jump, my pistol will pop
[B-Legit]
Straight up on some swirve, like pump I got my shit tight
Mobbin' in the Chevy, four deep after midnight
And just because I'm rappin' nigga ain't shit changed
I'm still slangin' thangs nigga deep in this game
My homies like to fork, them fools like to ride
My homie got the Tommy out the passenger side
About to let em' fly cause it's another season
And niggas let them ho punk bitches be the reason
[E-40]
Niggas on the roof, bulletproofs and straps
Posted on the corner, walkie-talkies and booby traps
Ready for whatever, we can get it on
In any type of weather, ya know we fuck them domes
[B-Legit]
Them choppers will chop, niggas slippin' down ya block
Funkin' out her hand, you wouldn't understand
[E-40]
Half money half heart, ain't nowhere to hide
Put yo shit in park, you know these fools will ride
[B-Legit]
Suicidal if it's vital on these streets of mine
And niggas pack them gats bustin' thirty-two times
Business is fine if ya fuckin' with me
On the spot where a niggas slangs his D
[Hook]
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
If the funk jump then my pistol will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
Don't let that shit jump, my pistol will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
If that shit jump then my stapler will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
And if that shit jump...
[B-Legit]
Testin' one, two a nigga sold a few of those ki's
Broke em' down to boulders, stacked a few of those G's
My bitch was the check, my set was the year
[E-40]
A nigga had hills, meals
And about eleven thousand dollars worth of bills
[B-Legit]
I was posted at the spot smokin' doja
Just put the rumble in my 68 Nova
[E-40]
But what about me
[B-Legit]
Fool you can't get with it
[E-40]
But what about me
[B-Legit]
Fool my crew is Sick Wid It
Boom-shaka-laka, it's the big blocker
Three ninety six, I get rubber and fit punk bitch
And I'm a bomb smokin' zipper holdin' pistol packin'
In my lap cause it's G's that a niggas stackin'
Mackin' is my game, Legit is my name
And if ya ain't careful ho
Ya pockets are drained so
What else ya wanna know about this playa
Dope rhyme sayer, my mail weigh longer than theirs
That shit is gettin' funky and them fools wanna bust caps
But motherfucker ain't no money in that
You need to lose that strap and go from the shoulders
Cause shit gon' get funky with this soldier
[Hook]
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
If the funk jump then my pistol will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
Don't let that shit jump or my Reuger will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
If that shit jump then my stapler might pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
Please don't let it funk...
[D-Shot]
First I flipped the Vette, then came the Lex
I swept up thirty thangs to get the whip got me blessed
Eighteen and older, money gets me over
Sixteen years old with two straps on my shoulder
A real Hillside hog, leavin' em' fucked in the fog
Nigga you can't fade me I'm ya top notch dog
How can ya figure that D-Shot will sliver
Nigga run up on me then I gots to split ya
[E-40]
Split ya, no shit and no white for sale
Man I'ma rob that nigga, let the buzzer be the bell
Cause I ain't fixin' to suck up to none
Punk now that not even in my plan
Dry as the fuck and I'm the only one left in the yo-yo
Seven houses down, cross street dashboard, broken down Pinto
Black screens, high school prom queens
Smoked out, shriveled up as dope fiends
[B-Legit]
Heckyls my, Jekylls me sweatin' me
Just like the task, them motherfuckers had my ass
Won't be able to serve niggas for the one forty
Give me thrirty, rock up my birdie
[Hook to fade]
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
And if that shit jump then my pistol will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
Please don't let it jump...it'll pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
If that funk jump then my pistol will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
Please don't let it funk my chop-chop will pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
If the funk jump then my brownie might pop
Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
If the funk jump then my uh...it'll pop

[E-40]
Tennessee tighty, I went out my body
Had a little too much to drink Almighty
God can you show me some leeway
I'm seein twos on the mutha fuckin fr, a freeway
[B-Legit]
I comin out the gate crooked and I'm loosey
Got the tech and my deck and some mob music
Hit the strip tryin to catch me a twenty doosey
Drinkin bombay mixin it with orange juice
[E-40]
Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in
One or less more violation and he's lookin at ten
So we gon live it up and act bad balls
And party til the mutha fuckin wheels fall off
[B-Legit]
Hope those wheels ain't made of stone
Five in the mornin and I still ain't home
Man I'm tore like never before
On the couch assed out with my eyes on low
[E-40]
Tonight we gon smoke..
burrito size Taylors served with Vegas
Like to drink beer with mashed potatoes
Steak and chicken, eggs and grits
Clicked out shit makes platinum hits
[Chorus]
[E-40]
I don't really know why niggas 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 B
I heard the yak went quack, zob schilacked
Multi-orgasms and the bitch collapsed
[B-Legit]
From the back I bash all night I last
When I grab that ass long dick ya daz
[E-40]
A ruh uh ruh uh ran up on her, from Tacoma
Man that bitch had miles on her
[B-Legit]
Fuckin wit a pimp bitch you ain't heard
You can start me in the mornin with a bottle of 'birds
Lick on the hip and watch the dickhead rise
Up under your legs, in between your thighs
[E-40]
Long range pimpin, LRPs
No high jeans no ticks and fleas
[B-Legit]
Wake me in the mornin cause at night I snores
Alcohol comin all out my pores
Four-door drivin and I'm fast asleep
Bitch next to me in the passenger seat
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Certified top hat, one of the truest
Timin like my niggas up in east St. Louis
[B-Legit]
Jack be Daniels, Jack be swift
My niggas in the H-Town smoke the spliffs
[E-40]
Juice and Vodka, the tower of power
A plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour
[B-Legit]
I don't stop perkin keeps in goin
A full house in my dank room blow air
[E-40]
Nigga disrespect don't let it slide
Go get your entourage fool time to ride
[B-Legit]
I spots red lights and I'm loose and lick
Open bottle and a gat in my glove compartment
[E-40]
Alcohol, tabacco and firearms
But this time man it's a false alarm
I really wish I took another route
But I'm gone out my body way out

[talking]
What's up, what's up man what goes on
I don't know ohh yea I see you got your cutlass out the shop
Yes you know my shit is out man
[B-Legit]
Cutlass supreme in back
I bought it messed up with a dent in the back
May eighty eighty I flipped it
Seven months hater I whipped it
And now its done its all complete
Can't wait to see little pushers in the street
I'm on my way to the spot ya'll
To get my ol school drop ya'll
Hit the light hit the G
What's up baby are you glad to see me
I know its been a long time
But man still looks good
The rubber straight the stakes is straight
And niggas ain't fucking with the fire escapes
Dude I'm ready to ride
I'm off to the millville side
Not too wossi but hecks a fly though
Makes me a strong left down a how
Now I'm up to no good
I spots the lil bruce under the hood
I said what's up sahob
[D-Shot]
I thought you heard
Lil bruce got him an ol' school bird
Seventy eight like freaking highes
I came up manuvering on some like chinese
I'm slapping a fo barrel long right now
You be wishing in a minute to show you how
I be mobbing like a millville veteran
When I slap out of first instead of second
I got a 3 0 2 with the pies in the rear
I'm seving this bitch when I'm full of the beer
Took it to this now dark to bark now
Mad as that pushing the whip
You ride up the block sideways that's cool
But can you mobb that ol' school
[Chorus]
Can you mobb your ol' school
Can you mobb can you mobb
[B-Legit]
Can I mobb the question is how tight
Dude the suckers spread all right
Burn the rubber cuz I love the sport
Turn a few title in a front end court
I'm straighter than a player tighter than a chef
And getting into some good ol' doja
Lil bruce not late the seventy eight
And meet me at the end of Mariposa
And watch me yok way too there
Hop my you joint slipping the clip
Then we line them up at the stop
You sucking my seven duce drop
And when man says go I push to the floor
And make my cut do a million
Slipping out of first get the shit get slurped
And now I'm doing a zillion
Smokes your man I ain't joking
That's why all fo wheels is smoking
The other block sideways that's cool
But can you mobb your ol' school
[Chorus]
Can you mobb your ol' school
Can you mobb can you mobb
[D-Shot]
High speeds I know all about them
At the V.P.D. they tell you all about them
Food the good weed down for the high speed
Supposed to make my ol' school fly
I continue doing ninety with my partner chip behind me
Dang I hope I don't bite
The life was real I went through it
I'm mobbing like a lot of mobil break fluid
Hood gets juice when smoking that dank
And making that moet not too stank
I'm about to fly sideways mug me
Zap my coke smoking fo fifteens
I drive like Kiwie you don't want to see me
Pulling your totes is way too easy
You and your mean real the deal
I thought you knew bruce was down for his real
But waits till I hits that intersection
And turn my wheels in the left direction
I'm a spit forever like cool headed dude
Mobbing my ol' school

[* Man talking *]
Yeah, go on pour ya partner some of that there [* Pouring]
Oh boy, yeah hold on not too much not too much
Right there, yeah see that's that num num juice
(Num num num) Yeah that'll have a motherfucker on his back
So quick (Num num num) see you gotta sip sip with this shit here
(Num num num) Cause it'll have ya ass out of commission
Oh boy (Num num num)
[E-40]
I'm perkin' drunk about a half a liter
Liquor stains all over my cut white woman beater
Fuck Johnny Law, that's the po-po
Outta my body ridin' solo folo, solo folo
Burpin' gurpin' girpin' swirvin' swirve
In my car, rockin' the burgandy Excursion
Music hummin' pedestrians think glossy glossy
You can see yourself in my paint, I'm so damn flossy
Serious about my thuggin'
Had to pinch myself but I couldn't feel nothin'
Uh uh I'm pissy y'all
Cause I been drinkin' out a straw
Uh uh can't tell me shit
Feelin' my cherry beeper on my hip
On my way to see my reala, she hella sprung
Good with her daddy, she like it when I'm num num
[Chorus]
We often num num (Num num num)
Ya know you want some (Num num num)
(I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num num num)
We often num num (Num num num)
But you can't get none (Num num num)
(I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num num num)
[Suga T]
You play the role, get outta line you out the door
You want more, I make ya head to the liquor store
One night I sinned but I wasn't sleepin'
My video was rotatin' but I was creepin'
Off that num num juice, they was watchin' me
That night you was liable to see anything
I was too hot to drop, my twat was on pop
The pimpin' don't stop, long grain till I drop
[D-Shot]
I got fifteen numbers one night
And I don't even remember what then hoes looked like
I must have been drunk out my motherfuckin' mind
I took two to the house
And then I put my dick in they mouth
I remember doin' two but it looked like I was doin' eight
In which I was gettin' raped
I woke up the next morning with the rubber still on
But all a nigga's shit was gone
[Chorus]
[B-Legit]
I'ma tailgate fanatic
Barbecues with rowdy crews I'm manic
First round genuine draft pick
I crack the bottle, sippin' on some Sapphire swallow
Insides hollow, niggas like follow me wrong
Two or three pints to the dome, now I'm on
Gone with the wind, clothes sweaty
Cover up the liquor, hoes ready
Niggas bet that nigga B he hella over
But I'm sober, I runs like a Range Rover
Or a Nova, 68 O.G.
In Guatemala, know they can't fuck with me
Act real bad like a Raider fan
Rather argue or fight than understand
But I'm the man, really am tell the truth
I'm hella keyed perkin' off that num num juice
[Chorus x2]
[E-40 to fade]
I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num num num

[E-40]
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah
And a jealous motherfucker would love to see me fall
Like that, that
[* Gangster voive *]
When we sell this load
We'll have twice what we started with
[E-40 talking]
Yeah it's that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat
Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
M-motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Yeah it's that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, M-Mr. Flamboyant
Yes motherfucker
[E-40]
As a youngster I never knew nathin'
Just an inobedient child in the neighborhood
You know the one the police was always chasin'
Straight down and dirty for my props
Eleven years old, extra-manish, hard-headed sellin' rocks
I killed an old wack motherfucker, no one ever bigger than me
Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 air fifteen
Clean, fully automatic and the whole killer kit
It's cops be walkin' up and down the street
Folks be pointin' they fingers sayin' "Partner gotta grip"
Basically what I was doin' was protectin' my people
My million dollar spots, it was my duty
Got paid to guard the whole motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
[Gangster voive]
I came in here on business
I-I-I came in here on business
It could work out pretty good
It could work out pretty good
[B-Legit talking]
Yeah pertainin' to this bein' a dog ass world and all
A brother need some kind of occupaton to make his mail stand tall
Whether it's slangin' em' or whatever ya do man
Just make sure you true to the game
[E-40]
Still in the game everything pretty much the same
Tryin' to reach a certain goal
But I gotta dish that during metro
Alcohol and tobacco and Bureau, Feds and the DEA
Just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma yay
Well what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck
Partner, if this was a fifth all of us would be drunk
Don't even like rockin' bleach
Trippin' on petty crunk shit like that
What is he sayin' brother
He might be talkin' bout how it's to the back
Me and my pussy was comin' around the corner on these shoes
I mean wheels, yeah in this 76 Cutlass Oldsmobile
Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile
Sittin' on gold ones hot flamin' didn't really know the deal
I sais "What's the fuck wrong with you, you crazy motherfucker"
Partner back there tried to mean mug me
And turn me like I was a sucker
So slow ya lil' ass down on this side of town
Before you find yourself either melted or beat down
[B-Legit talking]
Like that and that's on the goose my brother
Because now days a dollar comes harder than a motherfucker
So if you out in that world don't get caught or be slippin'
Cause today's society ain't trippin'
[Singing]
Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay
Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay
Yeah
[Gangster voice]
There's a fortune in this business
There's a-there's a fortune in this business
[E-40]
Mr. Flamboyant yeah that just might be yo name
The center of attention, money, fame
Fuckin' with just rain or crazed insane
Leader of the squad, much younger than gangs
See he rolls the whole unit in a big simple pipe
Foams stirs let it settle and then make it light
Lookin' like rats, real swing when his bottles mail
Spark off a hill, five hundred grams
Pertainin' to the triple beam scale
Solid as rock, white white white
A-1 peep pistol plan
Nothin' with scandalous ass cakin' baking soda
Whether you know it or not here's a dog scale
You gotta watch ya back or playa will
Way to many brothers get took for large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain ya weight
Drink beer by the case, it's not too late
Become a savage, get smoked once what ya want to establish
One hitter quitters, the ho get down run up on me now
[B-Legit talking]
Ooh E why you come at em' like that man
You know they can't understand that shit
When you doin' about a buck fifty man
But now put that shit oin perspective for em' though
[E-40 talking]
Man check this out my side hog
Due to the fact that I am at liberty
To release such valuable information towards the public
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Every one of my last side hogs been hollerin' at me
Demandin' that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant
Pertainin' to me havin' inherited
The gift to spit so I had to like let loose
[B-Legit talking]
Like that, well ya know the shit is good listenin' man
But now I want you to go back
To the tune you was doin' earlier in that song
You know that lil' tune ya was doin'
[E-40 talking]
Oh yeah
You mean this right here
[E-40]
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah
And a lot of jealous motherfucker would love to see me fall
Like that, that
In Vallejo, California Mr. Flamboyant
In Oakland, Mr. Flamboyant
South Central, San Francisco Flamboyant, Frisco
North Richmond, Flamboyant
East Palliato, Sacramento
Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno
Seattle, Washington L.A.
Bear with me if I slither I'm kind of twisted off Tanqueray
Never mind that to the East Coast we go
Chi-Town Chicago the land of the snow
NYC New York, The Big Apple
Every town is down, folks be comin' up short
Detroit, Michigan and Philly
Boise, Idaho now Billings
Homeside State, D.C.
Flamboyance don't care what it be costin' in Boston
All around the city of Atlanta, Georgia
The 2 Live State, Miami, Florida
Ya don't wanna mess with Texas
Buffalo, Memphis or Kansas
Boyance can be found in Alabama
New Orleans, Louisiana
I just got a page from The Click
Game tight, I gotta get
[E-40 to fade]
Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, y-yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, y-yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, y-yeah hustler

[The Click talking]
We taping.....
What it is...what it is...what it is
Ooh...bitch
[Hook x2: B-Legit]
We ain't in love with no money, the money love us
Cross country with this pimpin' on a tour bus
Up in Florida or in Georgia
Bitches love us, they adore us
[E-40]
Bitches (What) Greasies (What)
Hoes (What) Groupies (What)
Hoochies (What) Sluts (What)
[B-Legit]
What can they do, the pimpin' love us
[E-40]
Housekeepers, game thievers
Pop goes the pop pop pop pop
Heat misers, chest tuckers
High siders, game providers bitch
[B-Legit]
But they don't run from it they run to it
They knew it, I'm so true to it when I do it
I pursue it, cash it, I auction you off
Highest bidder get to hit her, bitch break mine off
[D-Shot]
Ha, and now I'm on the freeway
Perkin' like a motherfucker just got paid
Another night, rollin' like a playa do
Comin' through, gettin' my revenue
[Hook: B-Legit x2]
We ain't in love with no money, the money love us
Cross country with this pimpin' on a tour bus
Up in Florida or in Georgia
Bitches love us, they adore us
[B-Legit]
Sick to stomach when I do to a bitch, so don't trip
Thirteen hundred all up in her ass, that's where they fit
I run shit, the Sic-Wid-It dumb shit
Ya know I need that big bank roll bitch
I'm undercover, pop ya collar fo' the dollar
If ya hoes need a sponsor then bitch holla
I won't stop ya, I'll fit ya ass with a skirt
I'll make ya bring back the dirty work
[D-Shot]
We stopped into a place, a Louisville, Kentucky
I went to a gambling boat and lost all my money
I put my last five on the black
On the roulette tables, I broke ten right back
[Suga T]
I'm the best kept secret, mark it fucks up
But I won't get stuck
Keep a broad full of tricks
And my underground niggas do rock us
What you think, blinkity-blink
You act like yo shit don't stink
Hoodrat town, that bitch Suga T gotta come see me
Who you think you is
Hope ya don't think I won't pull the trigger
I fucks with some bigger figures
The Click you'll never get rid of
I'm a bad bitch, flip the script you a trick
On some boss shit worldwide ghetto bitch
[Hook: Suga T]
We ain't in love with the money, money love us
Cross country with this pimpin' on a tour bus
Up in Georgia or in Florida
Cincinnati the niggas love us
[E-40]
I be like all up in the Bank of America
About to regurgutate, talkin' criz-azy
Smellin' like beer
Makin' a deposit, large lump sums
Cussin' out the cashier
For comin' at me wrong, bitch I'm federal
I might get more than the man
In my hand, I stay with a cup
Some of my fans like again they life up
2000 Bentley on the dubs, on the car
Light brown Excursion, sport utility truck
You lil' miss scuzzies better open ya eyes and take a look
And keep em' open for my dictionary book
I spit a slang, a bang nigga, nigga
Full of straight game nigga
[Hook: B-Legit x2]
We ain't in love with no money, the money love us
Cross country with this pimpin' on a tour bus
Up in Florida or in Georgia
Bitches love us, they adore us

* [E-40 talking]
Testing testing one two
Te testing testing one two
Testing testing one two
Te testing testing one two
Muthafuckas dont understand how we do it check game
[E-40]
I take a slow beat,and do a fast rap
I'm not a mark simp trick or a punk sap
I bust the lyrics so quick you must admit my rhymes on hit
you know that nigga from the click
the one that be talkin all that shit
so take a puff of the potent dank
while I make yo ass thank
then go mobbin through the town on a full tank
crank up the beat
Voicetress, make that shit throb
stick yo head out the window and say whats up sahob
[B-legit]
I take a slow beat, and bust a slow rhyme
you see the motherfuckin dank will do it all the time
it gets me in the mood (in the mood) that is so relaxed
Stalking with gen and then I gotta tax
so now I'm on baby with the top down
reload pound, call Legit a cock hound
and I'm looking for a bitch that's known foe
I heard she could blow, I wanna hook her at my studio
[E-40]
That's right, fool its the calvary
so dont be mad at thee
we spittin that good stuff on the mic for a salary
my name is E-40 and I'm known as a hill billy
straight from the Hillside of the V
[B-Legit] I'm having money
[E-Feezy] I got my feddi on
[B-Legit] I'm popping con
[E-40]
Just to fuck with your dome, like right about now
you should be saying "dude kinda tight though"
but let me hush before I start up a fight you know
[B-Legit]
as far as funk man I think you autta not (autta what?)
even attempt to run up you'll get taught (that's right)
[B-Legit& E-40]
By some chitterling eating hog maw
niggas that be beating down fools putting suckers to sleep
[E-40]
We walks around stage looking heck of Humongous
rappers step up and get pilled like a sun kiss
we them fools that you've been hearing about The Click
The word on the streets is that we comin up too quick
some might think I'm slanging yola, icecream,candy see but
they done fucked around and let us blacks make money leagally
now it's gotten to the point to where its really uncontrollable
40 takes advantage of the rap game gullible
[E-40 talking]
testing testing one two
te testing testing one two
testing testing one two
te testing testing one two
[B-Legit]
I take a slow beat, like I did at first
Cuz I'm still with the bitch in the first verse
she's down on her knees, and I'm on the dank
I would stop pluggin but you know I cant (cant)
Never been down with O.P.P without money
so hear this shit here honey
I know you got mail, it's close to the first
you should have a fat ass knot in your purse (that's right)
so once you start nuttin get a Jackson
then for me, you always get action
[E-40]
And fuck a tore up ass hoochie with a withered ass coochie
see a nigga in boosey, then wanna give up the pussy (heyyy)
I tell a bitch in a minute check game hoe I'm po
and I aint got no motherfuckin cash flow (that's right)
never would furnish a hoe, ride her around in some limo's
and buy her things that contempo
Fuck that, that aint my fortay
that there part of the game, I dont play
tweek off my tounge rolling up zags getting twisted
the form of speach that I be spittin is unlisted
I fucks with game unposted timex Carlos Rossi
I got crew bank but I'm like Ted Deebiassi
I'm not a nothing ass nigga, just down for my riches
I wairs big Britches, dont hang around snitches
serious about my motherfucking capital (capital)
Oozy wipping those who take me practical
[E-40 talking] You know
[Mugzy talkin] He a fool with that one
[E-40]
C-L-I-C-K in this motherfucka (testing testing one two)
E-40 alias Mr Flamboyant (Testing testing one two)
1992 Magazine street my sahobs, wassup hillside

Chorus: repeat 2X
Now drink up, let's get drunk
Le-le, le-le, let's get drunk
Now drink up, let's get drunk
and throwup in the car, let's get drunk
[E-40]
I'm sideways doin about a buck fifty
Drunk and on some of that top of the line high on
Carlos Rossi
Drunk about a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit
Everything's blurry, burnt twisted eyes bloodshot red
Straight up on four
[B-Legit]
Don't forget about Legit though
Danked out, and full of that Cisco
Siding with the proper dame I don't know her name
But I'm lovin this part of the game (yeah)
And I'ma take her for a real ride (uh-huh)
Somewhere deep in the hillside
I got about a eighth in the coo-ler (coo-ler)
I thinks this just might do her (might do her?)
And ain't nobody gonna stop me main (yeah)
Once I gets her sloppy main (sloppy main)
Drunk as a skunk, and high as a kite
I hope I don't earl on baby tonight
[E-40]
Used to be sophisticated, but now she's intosticated
High society stuck up broad, violated then graduated
If we was the seven, can we get eight? (uh-huh, sure)
Just by you forgettin to say (yeah)
And then the question later, just like my big ol middle
finger
Such an ignorant question, sittin in the corner blushin
It's really no problems I'ma go head and side and like
I'm hecka stuck
And watch baby drink up
Chorus
[D-Shot]
Mack D-Shot needin a dose of that gin
Cause I'm in it to win, as I'm tossin a ten
to plug it right, that is my mo-tive
To dig real dip, as I explose this
And watch the expression, on her face (yeah)
It gets me off as I collaborate
But that's how it goes another night, another session
But the tender straight taught me a lesson
Night number two (yeah) I know I shoulda been sober
(uh-huh)
But now I'm advanced, and I'm about to bend her over
I can't get enough of that fetti for real
And now I'm hopin that she's on the pill (yeah)
Day number three, I'm well prepared
I got my Eight Ball, and I'm ready to tear
I'm stiffer than a doorknob, I do the job
Enough to tell a friend, that D got in
Chorus
[B-Legit]
Here we go again, and I'm in pursuit
I gotta hit the liquor store before two
Cuz me and D-Shot big ---- and Dan
Needs us a case of them tall cans
It's not a birthday, but let's celebrate
And get hella keyed cuz it's hella late
I gotta thank God that I'm still alive
Cuz last night I died about 3:45
I hit the lights quick and I jumped in the bed
And somethin went real wrong with my head
The room started spinnin and I needed a breeze
And somethin told me nigga don't you breathe
[E-40]
Dehydrated, nauseated, got a bad case of hiccup
Gotta go fetch some H2R, feel like I'm fits to upchuck
Gots ta have it, looks into the medicine cabinet
Hmm, there it is, plop plop fizz fizz
Oh what a fuckin relief it is
Mumblin and grumblin goes my stomach growling
I'm sick as the fuck I see the devil smiling
It's like a motor, I think I got a damn ulcer and shit
Every other fuckin day I'm tellin my sahies I quit
But you know that's drama, niggaz be barkin they ass
Life is too boring, that's why I wakes up in the
morning
Pervin swearvin runnin all into the curb and
Twisted on some of that cherry flavored bourbon, yeah

Chorus-
Understand this shit nigga learn about it
Ay-thing a nigga spit need to know about it
Understand this shit nigga learn about it
Ay-thing a nigga spit nigga know about it
Soak it up boy, ya know, ya know,
ya know, ya know, ya know
(E-40)
Smebbin down the street in my 7-0
Bumpin the beat sittin on gold tippity toes
Went to the track to buy me some hemp
Some old nigga yells out "40 you's a pimp"
I said "Playboy understand my strategy
Got to know a little somethin this dope game
fall off into this catergory"
I'm from that real live shit fuck hannabera
I'm from the eighty four eighty fin era
(B-Legit)
I like to sake ‘em up rattle
Baby got sattle
If the nigga had a sack could I fuck with that
Got to blowin' up her head with the chitter chatter
I'm out the roof of my coup spittin game at her
I likes to fuck and get up and get on
I'm eatin' steak on the bone
And steady stuffin dick in her dome
I'm on the phone in my hot tube
Gettin' my back rubbed on
About to fall deep in the zone
Let a nigga kick back and put ten to the ceiling
Got my face in the pillow cuz I'm lovin the feelin
Ain't nothin like nuttin' in her jaw
So damn raw, Nipples pokin' out the bra
(40)
Man in the town I see
Undertakers, Captain Savers, Cape crusaders, A P.H.er
Plays in the game gettin' ratted on
A ba A bitches in the game gettin over on
Never tell a bitch all your buisness
Cuz one day she might be an eye witness
These are the things you need to know man
This shit I'm spittin'
Niggas don't understand
Chorus
(B-legit)
Fools want to come up but ain't paid dues
Want to hang around a player lookin' for clues
Well in my younger days I did dirt
Put in work, I used to but ki's from Kirk
And nigga don't think that I wasn't the man
Out there jiggin doin' all that I can
But now in 95 I done flipped the scrip
Hopin' muthafuckas understand this shit
(40)
We used to local till we signed with Jive
40 numnum went nation wide
Who would ever thought that Earl,Earl
On the pitchers mound with the curl -Would be
One of the biggest things to that ever came out the V
Since Michael Copper and confunction barely graduatin Hogan High School
Drunken, Hillside representitive, sky unlimited, game's unlimited
Magazine street pioneer Ex D boy ask my cousin Troy
Chorus
Man, 40 would you rain on me man, Sprinkle me man
Hey, would you tie my shoes lace me up or somethin
Man I need to be sprinkled man Ay
Understand this shit, nigga know about it,
Know about it
Kind of like when the drought about to hit you need to know about it
You gotta done lived this shit to know about it
Yeah, check game - a fool got at me the other day, Right?
Rit.
"Hey, hey B, How y'all niggas be comin with that ol' wild shit?"
Huh?
I say check game playboy, I'm from the 84 - eighty fin era
Eighty fin era
Where we done did that shit, know about that shit
Know about that shit
Spit that shit
And it don't quit
And it won't quit
And it won't stop
And it don't stop
Fuck a hoe
Fuck a bitch

[Suga-T]
Playa hatresses, mad at the world
Mad cause you just gt rid of an ancient S-Curl
I'm on a mission so why test me
Cause everywhere you be they talkin' about Suga-T
Top-notch, super bad
All about her paper, all about her scratch
Back in the day you wasn't trippin' when I was broke
You might as well face I ain't no joke
What if I took ya boyfriend, how would you react
I'll do it just because I know you talk behind my back
I'll do ya bad, make ya mad
Take him to the pad and substitute where you lack at
Maybe it's the sneak in me, that could bring out the freak in me
Make you retrospect a G
Now should I be a snakedafied, get wined and dined
Or peep at him from the corner of my eye
[Chorus]
If I took your boyfriend, what would you do
Would ya wanna kill me, or would ya wanna feel me
If I took your boyfriend, what would you do
What could ya do
If I took your boyfriend
[Suga-T]
I bet they thought this chick was gonna fall, naw
Never would of thought I stood tall through this all
World-wide tryin' to back ya man up off of me
And ya wanna put a bad name for me out on the streets
Maybe I should go ahead and page him, here I be
So he can spend yo latest check on me
Then after that he would have to go
And guess what, you would never know
Better back up off before I slang this whip up on ya
Have ya not normal hangin' by my man
Hold up, wait a minute maybe I should stop bullshittin'
Get down and dirty about my business, no sippin'
I thought chu' knew, I be down for what I do
See I can go solo in a minute damn a crew
I can be a bitch or I can keep livin'
So playa back up off me
[Chorus]
[Suga-T]
Now on a scandalous tip
I can pop and scam and spit
I'm takin' thugs out the game for reality checkin'
I'm steady, ready I ain't down for the petty
They runnin' around town sayin Suga's way fetti
Candlelights and toasts gettin' licked at the spot
Everybody knows Suga-T ain't right
Bend behind a red carpet over rug
Bests to retrospect, I got straight love
You can rub-a-dub me down in the hot tub
Might mess around and even fall in love
See it don't matter because my pockets gettin' fatter
Now see that some real shit for this chatter
You see it ain't no future hatin' on me
Cause he'll be forced to feel me
And if he don't hear me on the radio
Then he'll see me on the video screen and he'll love me

* (E-40 talking)
It's just like moonshine,have you on yo face
I mean you be slutterin and what not,next thing you know
You don't know how you got home
I mean this shit is so damn serious playboy
I mean the sherry bombay,????? on some thang's like that
So dig what I say
Verse 1:(E-40&B-Legit;)
I'm so tore,look like my eyes been stiched together like stitches
Ho hopin around wit these bitches,get ya garbage dump wit crickets
But you know me,the life of the party,sluricane anthem
Do what ya mean and make ya fight ya folks wit dr.jekyl
Like the other day I gulped to many swallows
Had them nigga's actin bad at the club wit them power's
Coppin limp dick problem's tryna to get it up
Well oh well,come wit me,i'll have yo shit on stale
(B-Legit)
I wakes up in the mornin and i'm seperated
In the bag wit my homie's and I sholl hate it
Billy Dean he be trippin cause they don't respect him
The nigga rum,man that nigga get's dumb
I can't wait until they mix me
I'm goin in they mouth,down they throat,into they kidney's
Hurricane havin muthafucka's seein thangs
Courage juice,watch when I get loose
Chrous:2x(Suga T)
Hurricane,but you can call me sluricane
Sluricane,strong enough to start a engine mayne
Verse 2:(D-Shot&Suga; T)
I'm hurvin,swirvin,fuckin wit tycoon shit
Shit,it's time to swip up another mix
Smovin to the sto',oh,it's 1:51
Got to catch Charlie 'fo he close
Too many ho's at the studio that ain't lit
I likes to bring out the freak in a nasty bitch
Studio tone,pop off the shit that ??? wrote
(Freaky,freak,freaky,freaky)
(Suga T)
My crips got hot,seat sweat and all
That hurricane anthem ain't no joke,it'll make a playa fall
Creepy eyes on the sticky rug
But them fools who staright check make em think that hell arose
Knock,knock,hella greedy,got greedy,gotta stay strong
But if I get wrong enough to deal,I can't go wrong
This trick juice will have a playa on his face
Worst then poppy face gin wit no fuckin chase
Chrous:2x
Verse 3:(B-Legit&E-40;)
(B-Legit)
Life of the muthafuckin indo weed
Me and nigga's at the bar,keyed
Walkin threw the joint unstumble
They bumpin to bubble
Face like I hate the taste,but now i'm humble
Whisper to a bitch,baby I been watchin you
But when i'm pervin,everything lookin cute
So if you get the boot when my hang over sober
Don't even trip,get yo shit out my range rover
(E-40)
I get's to put how this Spanish fly 90 fin
Influence yo bitch to go both ways,and eat her friend
Shit locked down,muthafucka don't be carin
Who ridin wit my dank cousin Victor Barrin
Hurricane,but you can call me sluricane
Strong enough to start a engine mayne
(B-Legit)
BITCH,and that's how we do for the nine-teen-ninety fin
And we out this biotch
(E-40)
Out this biotch

E-40:
C-C-L-I-C-K-C-K
Shit don't S-M-O-B
Smob shit
Check it
V-Town in this bitch
Studio Ton
I'm in some deep shit
Got some niggaz from another click
On that ass tryin' to run me off the fuckin' cliff
What should I do, where should I go, how could I fake
'em?
Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em' bake 'em
Call up cousin B on the phone, all 'cuz I be in a
little
bit of trouble, a fruithead out here tryin' to turn
your kinfolk
into a vegetable
But I'm hexa-smart smebbin' high performance Dodge
They in a Buick Skylark
B-Legit:
Meet me at the fo' niggaz
Got the dough sit real low
I'm on the roof with the fo' fo'
Drive slow
What they ridin'
I'm aiming for they engine block
And when they stop I'm closin' down on they shop
Suga baby they done fucked up
Won't you wait in the cut
While I bust and buck on these nuts
Fuck mercy on a nigga tryin to take mine
Mobb shit with the click'll happen every time
D-Shot:
Heard some shots
Fireworks fully auto chops
Sound like they come from around my corner near my knot
spot
Must be folks they done fucked around and went to war
I know the sound that's my nigga B's fo' fo'
On the scene they say a nigga got peeled back
A Skylark wrapped around my neighbor's Cadillac
A pretty sight but a nigga can't say that though
Hot ones echo through the ghetto (through the getto
Bitch!)
Levitti
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(No gat too black sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic)
Suga-T:
I'm in the underbucket
Blastin in the cut
It's the glock goin' buck buck buck
I'm like damn whats up
I had that glock that fit the script
Some of that high powered shit
'Cuz all along I was smoking out them tricks
Hot ones echo through the ghetto lit
This way that-a way I split them dope fiend's wigs
They had me fucked up
Ph-ing on my click
We pound the frowns on those punk ass bitches
B-Legit:
See your nigga be's a ridah
Hops inside
7-4 malibu with the do dirt crew
What they wanna do
I ain't shootin' for the stars
Cars or homes
I'm from the town leaving bodies face down
I'm tryin' to stay real cuz niggaz they will
Put you in the cross, fuck around have you halled off
I got moss with the these fools in a major way
Down and dirty to my death day
E-40:
Gotta watch them riff raffs
Hittin on you when you piss-ass niggaz
Wanna slap my kizz-ass
Might as well have pussy ass niggaz
Hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets ricochet
Bush comin' sheriff better duck that ass down in the
bathtub
Dope track late night should be poppin' bein it's off
the hook
See if they stay fienden' foamin' at the mouth better
feed them rook
Niggaz better be careful just like jell-o shit be goin'
through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot ones echo
through the ghetto
Levitti:
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(No gat too black sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(Where they echo at where they echo at nigga?)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(B-Legit, you up in this bitch with me nigga)
(Fa sho' boy)
(C-L-I-C-K while...)
Shit is funky
Better keep a trey-eight, quit the bullshit
Better be bullet-proofed out
Better sleep on the floor if you wanna survive
Better know about those hot ones
I said you better know about those hot ones
You better know about those hot ones

It seems to be so obvious
That you know what I don't
Take me through this emptiness
Where you can build a home
Bleach the imperfections
Plating them in gold
Make that big connection
Filling in the mold
Where would we be without you
To show us what to see
Such a great example of
What it ought to be
Free indeed
We know you are
Free in deep
You can't hide the scar
So it has to be this way
Shows exactly who you are
Thought you'd make it
Thought you'd take it
On your way
Look around sometime
Suffer me
Suffer me
It has to be
What a waste of time
Sympathy
Is leaving me
So it has to be this way
Shows exactly who you are
Given away
Pushing the gray to start
Told it has to be this way
So it has to be this way

I thought we had a connection, I thought we had a good
thing
I thought I knew the direction, that we were heading in
And I know it's not healthy, to sit and fantasize
But I thought we were complete, at least on the outside
And now promises fade away
Have you forgotten yesterday
I love you anyway, you know I thought we
Click 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 a second in time
Like you were reading my mind
Think how we were from the start
But now our hearts are falling a, falling apart
I thought you were my religion, you had faith in me
I thought you were a condition, that no-one else could
treat
And I know how your friends say, that she's out of her
mind
And you're best staying away, you just don't know what
she'll try
And now my conscience fades away
A hundred years becomes a day
I love you anyway, you know I thought we
Click 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 a second in time
Like you were reading my mind
Think how we were from the start
But now our hearts are falling a, falling apart
(falling apart) [x5]
I thought we had a connection, but now I just feel
rejection
Thought that we were perfection, things look different
in reflection
Thought that you were my religion, worshipped
everything that you do
Tell me a part of it was true, tell me we
Click 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 a second in time
Like you were reading my mind
Think how we were from the start
But now our hearts are falling a, falling apart

[Intro: DJ Premier talking]
Yo, turn the lights on. I can't see in here
I gotta see what's goin' on man. You hear me? (Commissioner)
Turn the lights on (The League Crew). Word. Click
Uh huh. Yeah, bring the horns. Word up. Here's another one
The lights is on. How we say that shit? Do it now "Git It Done"
Ha ha. Yeah. Skyzoo. Torae. Click
[Verse 1: Torae]
I said the more often I rhyme the more awkward you find it
To be accepted by the lyrical minded
Individual, subliminal, criminal conscious
Makin' me numb how I'm stealin' the shine is
Defined as stupendous
Torae spittin' with splendedness
So my sentence is like a syllabus to the listeners
"Git It Done", got it done
Got 'em a lot of runs
We plotted on how to double back with a hotter one
Nigga I'm New York ground
Been holdin' New York down
With the creator of the New York sound
And there can never be another or a new version of nothin'
Niggas must of forgot where it started
Primo they buggin'
It's more of the future, less of what you used ta
Whoever feel hip hop is dead, here's a booster
With no cables or battery pack
So everybody lovin' the city, we glad that we back
You should sit down and listen to what the game's been missin'
Cause "Reprogram" was my "Redefinition"
I guess Chairman's Choice was just the beginnin'
Cause I'm the one to XXL for every sentence
I read every blog, every article printed
I heard every bar, every rhyme you was pennin'
I felt all the hate and the love
You niggas fake as a fuck
You want my spot nigga? Take it in blood
[Chorus: scratch]
[Dead Prez 'Police State':]
"That's why I write the shit that I write in my rap
Everyday of the week I live in it, breathe in it"
[Obie Trice 'Drama Setter':] "It is senseless for you to prevent this"
[Buckshot 'Crooklyn':] "I know you wanna enter but I can't let you in"
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
The second coming of the shit that you fear
The first time they was callin' it luck
But low and behold I'm still in ya ear
See the difference is here
So keep that in your mind
When you rhymin' and you thinkin' bout leanin' on lyin'
Scrap whatever you thought and what you wanted to think
I attack your spot the minute that you fuck up and blink
Motivated by a Kennedy fry tropical fantasies
7-1-8, Chris Wallace and James Yancy
S-K, the prodigal son chosen
Lyrical landmark, father with the flows is
So youngin' don't confuse me with nothin' them dudes be
My leap year is outta your dude's reach
Skyzoo change for change?
Hardly
Meanin' I'm signin' my contract with a Sharpie
Motherfuckers is buggin' if they want me to beg
I'll be creepin' on a come up like?
Deal with it
And through all that, I'm still with it
The beat is still sluttin' so yeah, I still dick it
Huh, it's clear as day but y'all don't see it ock
I guess I'm like a lost episode of Graffiti Rock
Or somethin' like the wax that the record is made from
They need me more than they say son
Okay Player?
So you can type whatever you want to type
But I still write better than everyone that you like
[Chorus: scratch]
[Dead Prez 'Police State':]
"That's why I write the shit that I write in my rap
Everyday of the week I live in it, breathe in it"
[Obie Trice 'Drama Setter':] "It is senseless for you to prevent this"