Click Clack – Da Hol’ 9 – letras

(Lil’ Jon)Yeah, check this out (what’s up?)You bout to witness, some real muthafuckin game (okay)All the way from the muthafuckin STL (okay)Wit ya boy Lil Jon (Yeah) thats me nigga (uh-huh)ATL, it’s goin down, Kemo (Yeah), my nigga Kaos (Yrah)So spit that muthafuckin real shit for these bitch ass niggas (uh uh)(Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos repeat 2x)1- Click clack, click clack goes the AK2- You know mo get left in the urr, yes’ir yes’ir so uh1- It’s pistol play, every day, all daaaaay2- There’s too many niggas that I know from the blockGet knocked and uh(Verse 1: Kemo)I’m a, grinda fuck off my dick, I’m a, reach back slap the fuck out my bitchDump rounds, watch shells jump the fuck out the clip36 ounces on the scale, chop the fuck out a brickDamnit I’m sick, watch me when I handle my shitEat bitch niggas for breakfast like ham and my gritsRollin them bole, cross me and I’m smokin yo hoJust becuz I live out here there ain’t no control of the MOHoldin the fo’, fo’ cock it back then I blowThe brains out the other side of yo ‘froMuthafucka becuz you jivin them mo’Bend over, you know that I’m the pride of the MOJump out the bushes like « surprise » on the moWe on yo block, with the cake and no need for no glockIt’s a hatin I’m receivin yo spot, I just wanna be yo cutSo muthafuckin bad my dick ain’t hardI spray AK Allay, 45 hundred tips off in yo jaw bitch(Hook repeat 2x)(Verse 2: Kaos)Niggas try me like new pussy but always end up gettin fuckedCuz I’m takin niggas heads off like Chris Pronger wit that puckSee all the niggas that I roll wit give out punkin head urry weekDumpin lead, thurl g’z, run up in the club pumpin shitWe out that Lou, I thought you knew me and my crew is unstoppableLike Warner to Faulk, Crouch, Proehl, Holt & BruceYou couldn’t top us or stop us wit choppas or proper vopersDerty if you paid for it, even if you prayed for itIf ain’t gon happen like yo squad beatin the Lakers in 4It ain’t gon’ go mo, yo boys want mo’They roll wit bitch niggas, pussy whipped niggas, big lipped niggasThem talk shit niggas, cant get rich niggas, you know themGet pissed niggas thats always wit niggas that make a bitchTrick niggas, them skeet lil’ shady slick niggas, we beat them group niggasKeepin them brick niggas, switch hit niggas, sit and sip niggasThem nina click niggas(Hook repeat 2x)(Verse 3: Kemo)Now watch me, parlay to the muthafuckin Cut’ and get my gatInvestigate all you want, you ain’t never know where my pistol atNo suspect, no motives, no witnesses, no clueNigga my alibis that I don’t know what the fuck done happened to you’sWit my crew that night, drank a brew that night, shake a boot that nightAct a fool tonight, celebrate put 17 shots off in you tonightSend to be another kinda red comin from ya head in a same slum wit a governmentInfrared deal, same stuff and a real deal, same song wit that la-belAnd I gotta keep my shit cocked cuz the block be hot that’s why I be screaminThat same shit (what kind of shit nigga?) insane shitI remember when we used to get up on the roof and, nigga the next police rideDown this muthafuckin nigga we shootin, hoes in a blue suit andHideout, regroup and, every pistol we shoot man, we gotta use 2 handsNigga I’m comin, nigga I’m gunnin’, nigga I’m bustin, nigga you runninJumpin, nigga you duckin(Hook repeat 4x)