Текст песни The Click - Out My Body
The Click - Out My Body слова песни
[E-40]Tennessee tighty, I went out my bodyHad a little too much to drink AlmightyGod can you show me some leewayI`m seein twos on the mutha fuckin fr, a freeway[B-Legit]I comin out the gate crooked and I`m looseyGot the tech and my deck and some mob musicHit the strip tryin to catch me a twenty dooseyDrinkin bombay mixin it with orange juice[E-40]Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself inOne or less more violation and he`s lookin at tenSo we gon live it up and act bad ballsAnd party til the mutha fuckin wheels fall off[B-Legit]Hope those wheels ain`t made of stoneFive in the mornin and I still ain`t homeMan I`m tore like never beforeOn the couch assed out with my eyes on low[E-40]Tonight we gon smoke..burrito size Taylors served with VegasLike to drink beer with mashed potatoesSteak and chicken, eggs and gritsClicked out shit makes platinum hits[Chorus][E-40]I don`t really know why niggas made me go way outmy body, way out, my body..I don`t really care if the popoes stop and stareI`m way out, my body, way out, my body[E-40]A`ight BI heard the yak went quack, zob schilackedMulti-orgasms and the bitch collapsed[B-Legit]From the back I bash all night I lastWhen I grab that ass long dick ya daz[E-40]A ruh uh ruh uh ran up on her, from TacomaMan that bitch had miles on her[B-Legit]Fuckin wit a pimp bitch you ain`t heardYou can start me in the mornin with a bottle of `birdsLick on the hip and watch the dickhead riseUp under your legs, in between your thighs[E-40]Long range pimpin, LRPsNo high jeans no ticks and fleas[B-Legit]Wake me in the mornin cause at night I snoresAlcohol comin all out my poresFour-door drivin and I`m fast asleepBitch next to me in the passenger seat[Chorus][E-40]Certified top hat, one of the truestTimin like my niggas up in east St. Louis[B-Legit]Jack be Daniels, Jack be swiftMy niggas in the H-Town smoke the spliffs[E-40]Juice and Vodka, the tower of powerA plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour[B-Legit]I don`t stop perkin keeps in goinA full house in my dank room blow air[E-40]Nigga disrespect don`t let it slideGo get your entourage fool time to ride[B-Legit]I spots red lights and I`m loose and lickOpen bottle and a gat in my glove compartment[E-40]Alcohol, tabacco and firearmsBut this time man it`s a false alarmI really wish I took another routeBut I`m gone out my body way out[Chorus]