Click Clack

[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was tought to only reach
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clack mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear dat

[Verse 1:]
They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at da garden
#1 draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm over seas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey want cain like erica... please
Brotha your money young like goverment cheese
Dese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy wen I hopin out da brincks truck
And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entrance
Dese old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon play da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen

[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin

[Verse 2:]
Dey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout da tod
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin
I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 in
Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friendz on your myspace
Stay in a childs place... Check da timin
I roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
U on a flight, I be bakin on islands
Mami your accent sound faker den Dylan
MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem

[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin

[Verse 3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey ain't got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of y song
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound
June, turn me up... mic check... how I sound?
Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da clique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt

[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin

Похожие новости.

Softly As I Leave You

Softly, I will leave you softly For my heart would break if you should wake and see me go So I leave you softly, long before you miss me Long before your arms

To Be Loved

Someone to care, Someone to share, Lonely hours And moments of despair, To be loved, to be loved! Oh, what a feeling, To be loved! Someone to kiss, Someone to miss, When you're away To hear from each day. To be

Субкультура

Мільйони людей, кожен схожий на всіх, Хто не схожий на всіх, викликає лиш сміх, Я не схожий на всіх, це моя натура, Це моє життя, моя субкультура. Приспів: Моя субкультура (4) Кожен має свій шлях до

Рефлекс Борьбы

Каста! ПсихоЛирик здесь! Ничего не происходит без вмешательства Воли! Или при исполнении роли Фантазии не видят применения- Незавершенность дел, вне всякого сомнения, Стала нормой, Условной формой, Начальной стадией, Может беспроигрышной партией в покер- Вчера ты козырь, завтра ты джокер! Не удивляйся!

Mr. Mathers (Skit)

Mr. Mathers... Mr. Mathers can you hear my voice? OK he's not responding I'm gonna need an 18 gauge left AC right away Uh, BP is 90 over 12, respiration's at