Click Clack Songtext
von 40 Cal.

Dipset, Scheme, let′s get it poppin'
Told niggas three verses ago, they not fuckin′ with me

Look, I'm no argue critic, I spark the biscuit
That'll throw back more caps than Starter fitteds
I′m from Harlem, Lenox, where cars are kitted
Where niggas′ll borrow your gun just to rob you with it
See you could put out your DVDs to help your ass

But it's like a mobile home ′cause your trailer trash
That's why I sell work and melt the bags
′Cause the dime so big, it's lookin′ like Alka-Seltzer tabs
And the customers know that your bubblin' slow
Before the movie, I been had Hustle & Flow
That's why I double my dough and keepin′ my game tight

Shoppin′ spree, cop a key, re-up the same night


Yo, killer, I don't think they readin′ my name right
'Cause it don′t take a genius to see that I'm way nice
I pop, pop, pop that thing
When I rhyme, call me the rewind that king
With a combat swing and a nine that bling
I get signed by fall and dropped by spring

What, what, what you wanna talk about?
What, what, what you wanna talk about?

We see him, we leavin′
He schemin', he be beastin'
Heard he kill people, we believe him
Oh shit, he′s reachin′ (Get down)
It goes click, clap, what you wanna talk about?
Click, clap, what you wanna talk about?
Click, clap, what you wanna talk about?
Don't make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out

You know I stay on the grind, I ain′t never late

I handle mine when it's time, I don′t hesitate

So when you see that long nine, you better'scape
Bottom line, I′m here to get mine, so get the record straight
We rock tennis necklaces, 600 Benzes and Lexuses


You don't understand what the message is
We roll out and swerve lanes, hundred thousand on the bird chain
Nigga, it's Purple City Bird Gang
Yeah, I hope you heard, man, what I′m talkin′ 'bout
Evil surroundin′ you, get back when the hawk is out
Me, I'm what New York is about, ain′t no singin' here
The king is here, cling to your chair, I′ma do my thing this year
So much bling in here, it might hurt your eyes

I'm the first to ride, my gangster is certified

I'm on point like a hollow tip, my niggas swallow Cris′
You wanna get money, then dummy, follow this

We see him, we leavin′
He schemin', he be beastin′
Heard he kill people, we believe him
Oh shit, he's reachin′ (Get down)
It goes click, clap, what you wanna talk about?
Click, clap, what you wanna talk about?
Click, clap, what you wanna talk about?
Don't make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out

Look, I′ll put you in a body cast, glad lock, body bag

Laugh and probably brag, that's how I lolly gag

I'm the truth with no polygraph, shotty blast

Spaz, escape with your ice with no hockey mask
I play Jason, Diddy bop with my cocky ass
The dimes on the block more brolic than Oxy packs
That′s the punchline, it comin′ like boxin' jabs
I son niggas like 40 got an adoption swag
Niggas see me play follow the rapper
Go to the store and cop them a bottle of swagger
Mom, next time you see a nigga hollerin′ at ya
Don't need a oxygen mask to realize that he gassed ya

Up like his life real, couple of ice grills
And get a nigga hit with the truck with the spiked grill

Ill, I give a fuck how your life feel
All I′m worried 'bout is blood fuckin′ up the nice wheels
Chill

Just came from the goddamn car wash