Текст песни The Click - Blowin` Hot Air, слова песни The Click

Текст песни The Click - Blowin` Hot Air

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[* Beep *][Answering Machine]Good evening, at the tonePacific Standard Time will be 7:07[The Click talking]Ya know how us bosses step up, know what I meanYa do what we do and do what we do to get paidWe get paid, some quintessential, real ass niggasStack chips and make some money upYa know, I said r-realize the gameStack chips and make some money upI said r-realize the gameStack chips and make some motherfuckin` money manI s-said realize the game, mob hit niggaStack chips and make some motherfuckin` bankI s-said realize the game[E-40]Look here, abominable, honorableCountable, astronomical but monumentalI used sell and serve pops up out my auntie`s PintoStill keepin` it ghetto, barbecuin` in the front yardSlappin` bones, ton of niggas perkin`Recitin` lyrics from my songsAin`t nobody hurtin` we all workin`Tryin` to have loot, in the studioWith hangovers tryin` to re-coopI get down, ballin` like Kobe BryantYou niggas is lousy, small things to a giantHow you gonna be swappin` up my styleAnd goin` off by a crack in my unitsI`ma stick to the shit that made The ClickThe super kind, I love to spitThat nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard himTook his music out of the streetsPolicy out on a small feeNow to be clear, without equalBoth young and new MCs out for dinnerCrackin` ho ass niggas off something gravyEspecially when I get to doin` it by the way, heySo that nigga told me, that`s squareBut why ya wanna get in on that sucker sauce BI didn`t ask you to get on this albumCause he knew I`d fuck him off[Hook]Click shit makes the motherfuckin` moneyI s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin` hot air)Click shit makes the motherfuckin` moneyI s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin` hot air)Click shit makes the motherfuckin` moneyI s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin` hot air)Click shit makes the motherfuckin` moneyI s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin` hot air)[D Shot]I couldn`t hold myself back my niggasI`m no longer in the background niggasIt`s 2000 and I`m shittin` on niggasI`m callin` shots to the streets my niggaSo niggas, they run and hide under bossesNo longer in California cause it`s too many crossesYou fucked around and got a tip from a mad bitchCause you was next on the motherfuckin` hit listYou got ya ghetto pass revoked cause you ain`t realIf you didn`t get to steppin` you was gettin` killedRapper, slash street hustlerThey both the same, a buster is a busterAin`t got no chance to revive yourselfGet that buster out ya soul and ask God for helpNigga, 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 shoulderAin`t never stepped foot outside without my bulldozerHops off in the Nova, we keeps it cheesy and real greasyLike Church`s with game for you to purchaseKeep bitch niggas nervousNigga this Click shit, don`t get it misconscruedIt`s nothin` to catch yo bitch ass on a moveWe don`t lose, nigga we like them V`s we batter and bruiseAnd leave ya ass leakin` sloppy for the ten o`clock news[Hook][D Shot]I`m off that Click shit, sick shitHog shit, mob shitFuck with my family you get yo jaw splitOff the 2-11 still reserved, I`m on oneStrike a inner in a T-Bird, I blow oneWe on that nigga shit, I can`t believe itYa so damn niggarish, best believe itA got some bad come holler at meYa hope to take the THC, hit ya for the half P[B-Legit]I`m slippery, see it`s trickery to get with meClaimin` victory, leavin` niggas hickoryParty history, things remain a mysteryGot the quick of me, niggas ain`t shit to meSwiftly ain`t no ands buts or ifs with meI`m sickery, state pen stickeryIce pickerly, main vein literallyIt`s part of me, I`m hard on the arteriesGot the arch with me, fuck a nigga parking ECross this T, then send him out to seaWhere the bodies be deep and titanicalyFranticaly, some niggas panickyI`m the sample G, I handle things savagelyAbove average things, especially for the cabbage treeNiggas mad at me and really ain`t around meFor 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 tutorDue to the fact that a lot of these niggasWasn`t brought up under the umbrellaYa know, and a lot of these triple OG ass niggasThey ain`t really been passin` the game downLike we was laced and groomed onYa know what I mean back in the early 80sYa know what I mean, to these young niggas manI mean I analyze this shit niggaI mean it is small things to a giantThe way I do these damn things manI mean a lot of these niggas, hey you know whatI`ve been caught between a rock and a political hard placeOn how to explain the game to these squares manI mean these niggas is just a squareAs my motherfuckin` back pockets manI`m off this Colo Vasey, this is Click shit all dayOn you bitch ass niggas[Hook]

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