'Click' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

The Try Out (2013)

Actors Tim Kirkpatrick (actor), Tim Kirkpatrick (editor), Tim Kirkpatrick (director), Tim Kirkpatrick (producer), Tim Kirkpatrick (writer), Pj Khosroabadi (actor), Mia Ella Jordan (actress), Adrian Favela (actor), Stackzbeatz (composer), Jennifer Grossman (producer), Jeremy Jefferson (actor),

Bad Blood... the Hunger (2012)

Taglines:

Nowhere to Run... No Place to Hide

Actors Piper Laurie (actress), Conrad Janis (producer), Conrad Janis (actor), Conrad Janis (editor), Conrad Janis (director), Jilon VanOver (actor), Matthew Ashford (actor), Steven Christopher Parker (actor), Alfonso Freeman (actor), Maria Grimm (actress), Maria Grimm (producer), Maria Grimm (writer), Maria Grimm (editor), Sita Young (actress), Sofia Karstens (actress),

The Cost (2011)

Actors Robert Lydecker (composer), Matthew Mercer (editor), Richard Gallion (actor), Timothy Gulan (actor), Brian Sturgulewski (writer), Brian Sturgulewski (director), Chloe Lenihan (actor), Christian Litke (actor), Turion Wilson (actor), Ariel Romeo Davis (actor), Joel Rund (producer),

The Devil's Tomb (2009)

Taglines:

An evil entombed for 2000 years... until now.

Actors Chris Conlee (editor), Mike Tristano (miscellaneous crew), Jason Connery (director), Jason Connery (producer), Cuba Gooding Jr. (actor), Torrence Hall (miscellaneous crew), Dave Cote (actor), Bill Moseley (actor), Jason London (actor), Ron Perlman (actor), Henry Rollins (actor), Zack Ward (actor), Ray Winstone (actor), Crystal Connell (miscellaneous crew), Clay Van Sickle (miscellaneous crew),

Inside Story (2009)

Taglines:

INside STORY...when you get it, you get it!

Actors Ryan Wickerham (actor), Ryan Wickerham (producer), Ryan Wickerham (writer), K. Todd Lytle (producer), Derek Hunter (producer),

Coffee (2008)

Actors Shiva Rodriguez (actor), Shiva Rodriguez (editor), D. Duckie Rodriguez (actor), D. Duckie Rodriguez (director), Garith Pettibone (producer), Virginia Jasper (actress), Garith Pettibone (actor), Alfonso Ramirez (actor), Tara Gardner (writer), Michelle Roe (actress), Gwen MacFayden (miscellaneous crew), Zake Foster (actor), Cecile Spear (actor), Justin Moore (actor), Mellisa Mellan (actor),

Drinking Crude (1997)

Actors Colin Farrell (actor), Eva Birthistle (actress), Andrew Scott (actor), Eamonn Maguire (writer), Gerry Johnston (producer), Heather Craney (actress), Owen McPolin (writer), Owen McPolin (director), Kathleen Connolly (editor), Bill Corkey (composer), James Quarton (actor),

Love on the Run (1985)

Actors Frank Slaten (actor), Beau Starr (actor), Howard Duff (actor), Madison Mason (actor), Ernie Hudson (actor), Billy Goldenberg (composer), Stephanie Zimbalist (actress), Ken Lerner (actor), Alec Baldwin (actor), Burke Byrnes (actor), Jay Benson (producer), Matthew Cowles (actor), Ben Slack (actor), David Hayward (actor), Arnold F. Turner (actor),

The Love Merchant (1966)

Taglines:

A spectacle of decadence

Actors Jonas Mekas (actor), Joseph W. Sarno (writer), Joseph W. Sarno (director), Peggy Steffans (actress), Louis Waldon (actor), Michael Alaimo (actor), Adolfas Mekas (editor), June Roberts (actress), Kemper Peacock (miscellaneous crew), Barbara Stone (miscellaneous crew), David C. Stone (producer), Judson Todd (actor), Donald Havens (actor), Patricia McNair (actress), Donald Havens (producer),

Dutiful But Dumb (1941)

Quotes:

Curly Cluck: Calling all cars! Calling all cars! Be on the lookout for three photographers... they ain't in here!

Vulgarian Soldier: You shoot the picture! Now we shoot you!

Moe Click: Pardon me, officers. But don't we get a last request.::Curly Cluck: Certainly, this is request night.::Vulgarian Soldier: What do you request?::Moe Click: How about one last smoke.::Vulgarian Soldier: Ok. But when the smoke is finished, so are you.::Curly Cluck: [pulls out a giant cigar]::Vulgarian Soldier: [double takes]::Curly Cluck: nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.

Moe Click: [surprised to see all the watches on his arm] Hey, what's the idea of the 3 watches?::Curly Cluck: That's the way I tell the time.::Moe Click: *How* do you tell the time?::Curly Cluck: This one runs 10 minutes slow every 2 hours. This one's 20 minutes fast every 4 hours. The one in the middle's broken, it stopped at 2 o'clock.::Moe Click: Well how do you tell the time?::Curly Cluck: I take the 10 minutes on this one, and subtract it from the 20 minutes on this one, haha, then I divide by 2 in the middle.::Moe Click: Well, what time is it now?::Curly Cluck: [takes a stopwatch from his pocket] Oh uh, 10 minutes to 4...

Actors Art Seid (editor), Fred Aldrich (actor), Bruce Bennett (actor), Stanley Brown (actor), Edmund Cobb (actor), Chester Conklin (actor), Vernon Dent (actor), Larry Fine (actor), Kit Guard (actor), Curly Howard (actor), Moe Howard (actor), Bud Jamison (actor), Fred Kelsey (actor), Eddie Laughton (actor), James C. Morton (actor),

Click

Cast:

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

• Season 1
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  Episode 1: The Body Beautiful
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  Episode 2: Sexual Dependence Day
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  Episode 3: In the Heat of the Click
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  Episode 4: Erotic Curse of Cairo
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  Episode 5: Balls of Thunder
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  Episode 6: For the Love of the Click
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  Episode 7: Secrets Revealed

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  It's All The Sameshow lyrics

  It's All The Same

  Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
  Take it to the house
  Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah
  D-Shot
  I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
  You got a call from the boss, you seen the code 2236
  You makin' excuse, you got to piss
  Even though you at the phone dialin' all seven digits
  You got to move with the quickness
  Before ya dude gets suspicious and shit
  Get to trippin' and shit, get the sock in this bitch
  Get to turnin' Doctor Jekyll on hoes
  'Cause if he flauntin' dough, he can't take the blows
  Ay ho, ay ho
  Get 'em again, get 'em again
  Pick yo celly up, I wanna fuck
  Ho, what's happenin' back at cha?
  Get it at cha, once the pussy askin'
  You know that ignorant bastard
  Pockets full of Ziploc bags, it's ripped nasty
  Met you at the Benz dealership in T-shirt and khakis
  Crafty over the mic like cookie chips, it's the criminal
  Known for C-walkin' in the pussy lips
  Let them suckers take care of ya ho, like 40
  I just wanna click with you and dick you
  From Cape to the Bay Area, bury ya
  Flashin' the dick in ya tonsils
  Bend you over and fuck you by my studio councils
  Poundin' a shady nigga layin' the wood
  Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back
  Throwin' up the hood, yeah, you like that bitch
  The square ass weights tellin' you ain't never been choked
  Or done fucked by a felon, no K-Y jellin', just tryin' to inhale it
  So when ya ready for the real bitch hit me on my cellin'
  It' all the same
  (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)
  The same ol' game
  (Then turn around and bury a nigga)
  It's all the same
  (It's all gravy whodi)
  Wherever we go
  (Nigga, please believe)
  It' all the same
  (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)
  The same ol' game
  (Then turn around and bury a nigga)
  It's all the same
  (Fo' sheezy, baby)
  Wherever we go
  I set rules in this game, I pop my bra, I claim fame
  I do my thug thesis, got the world singin' speak of me
  I do no jockin' the clock don't stop clockin'
  I'm a top notch and my itinerary stay crackin'
  I'm mackin' boss bitch, hell I'm pimpin'
  I'm on one, I have no mercy I go sick with it
  Like cash money we click with it, hey, hey
  Super bad, super bad, say, say
  Check the pass man, foot on the gas man
  I wrap em' up in cashmere and trade em' for cash man
  You dig, my sick face down on the side of my hip
  I'm seventeen deep with heat so don't trip
  I sip malt liquor all of the suds
  My bomb is E-coli the murderous buds
  I blaze Philly blunts all in the clubs
  Keep a bald fade for the bitches to rub
  I thug for mine that's the difference with me
  From the ball playin' nigga that ya see on TV
  I escalate up to the spot on the Hill
  Fill you up with Hennessey and ecstasy pills
  Fuck you in the mind if ya just sit still
  Opened up some game and I let that spill
  Bitches love playas 'cause they keep that real
  The shit is all the same, ya feel
  Yeah, it's all international baby, ya feel
  It' all the same
  (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)
  The same ol' game
  (Then turn around and bury a nigga)
  It's all the same
  (It's all gravy whodi)
  Wherever we go
  (Nigga, please believe)
  It' all the same
  (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)
  The same ol' game
  (Then turn around and bury a nigga)
  It's all the same
  (Fo' sheezy, baby)
  Wherever we go
  But every time I spit this game
  These L I P's these niggas know my name
  You see my name is E-Feezy
  These hoes be lovin' me
  Ya gotta be a special lady and a very exciting girl
  Yo, I'm slammed, lookin' savy in the back of the crackhouse
  In the bathroom choppin' up and baggin' up my cavy
  You must be blankin' off them blankin' thangs
  Who the fuck you think you dealin' with?
  I hold up, I ain't gon' rescue no bitch
  I'll slap ya upside ya nooda, bitch
  Talkin' that shit, I'ma buy ya ass some Prada
  Some Norman Camali, the Mazda MX or Miati
  I ain't gon' lie you got some good ass lush fire punana
  But I ain't sprung even though you been handlin' on
  Been suckin' the peel off the banana with yo big ass lips and gums
  Swallowin' down my cum, runnin' around there
  With yo big ass tongue, you're hangin' out your thong
  You wanna stay with ya hard ass workin', baby, dada
  He loves ya dirty draws, he'll drink ya bath water
  He'll let ya ass go clubbin'
  He ain't gon' be trippin' off nothin' you mention
  He know you something
  He know you can't turn a tramp into a good woman
  It' all the same
  (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)
  The same ol' game
  (Then turn around and bury a nigga)
  It's all the same
  (It's all gravy whodi)
  Wherever we go
  (Nigga, please believe)
  It' all the same
  (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)
  The same ol' game
  (Then turn around and bury a nigga)
  It's all the same
  (Fo' sheezy, baby)
  Wherever we go
  It' all the same
  (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)
  The same ol' game
  (Then turn around and bury a nigga)
  It's all the same
  (It's all gravy whodi)
  Wherever we go
  (Nigga, please believe)
  It' all the same
  (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)
  The same ol' game
  (Then turn around and bury a nigga)
  It's all the same
  (Fo' sheezy, baby)

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  Clickshow lyrics

  Click

  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

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  Click

  [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"

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  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

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  What You Gon' Do About Itshow lyrics

  What You Gon' Do About It

  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

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  We Don't Fuck Wit' Thatshow lyrics

  We Don't Fuck Wit' That

  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

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  Victor Baronshow lyrics

  Victor Baron

  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

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  Tramp Dogsshow lyrics

  Tramp Dogs

  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

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  Struggled & I Strivedshow lyrics

  Struggled & I Strived

  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)

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  She Was Only 16

  [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'

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  Scandalousshow lyrics

  Scandalous

  [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

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  Rock Up My Birdieshow lyrics

  Rock Up My Birdie

  [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

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  Out My Bodyshow lyrics

  Out My Body

  [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

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  Actin' Bad

  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

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  Captain Save A Hoeshow lyrics

  Captain Save A Hoe

  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

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  Boss Baller

  [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

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  Click

  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

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  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

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  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

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  Get Chopped

  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

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  Hot Ones Echo Thru The Ghetto

  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

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  Wolf Ticketsshow lyrics

  Wolf Tickets

  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!!!!!!

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  Mr. Flamboyant

  [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

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  Num Num Juice

  [* 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

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  Mic Checkshow lyrics

  Mic Check

  * [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

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  Money Love Usshow lyrics

  Money Love Us

  [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

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  Learn About It

  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

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  Let's Get Drunk

  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

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  Hurricaneshow lyrics

  Hurricane

  * (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

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  If I Took Your Boyfriend

  [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

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  Blowin' Hot Air

  [* 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

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  Ol' School

  [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

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  Click

  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