Click
We don't fuck wit' that
(B-Legit)Ya see I'm nuttin' but a player call me bad news bearAnd everywhere a nigga go you know I check a hoe thereAnd on my second time thru, you know how I doI get some head, and some ends and I'm gone by 2I got soundcheck bitch, the shows is at 6So when you coming in, bring your womanfriendsI got a few dogs posted at my tellyD-Shot, Tap, Young Mugz and CellyAnd we gone try to tear the fuckin' roof of somethingWe was backstage smokin' and some hoes was thumpin'A bitch got mad cause she didn't get choseReached back like a pimp and slapped the hoeYour nigga went wild when he first seen thatPulled out a scak and rolled one fatWe was back to the tale cause we bail on them boyz in blueFuckin' wit this Click crewAnd the worst things that happens when your out of the stateThey lock a nigga down and take away his dankIt makes me can't thank, I gets nervous and sickFiendin' for a motherfuckin' fixChorus:(E-40)Smoke and we will goPuffin' on indoSo put that backLetras de cancionesCause we don't fuck wit that(B-Legit)I left Minnesota cause the spot was tiredHit Louiville and the spot was fireOld school sittin' on straight laced kicksReminding me of 1986Fools burnin' rubber, fuck some switchesNiggas from the bay smokin' up on bitchesB was on the gash, smashin' yoHoes passin' out cause there to much smokeGary, Indiana, bitch gone in a minuteI let you hit my weed and it's straight up shittin'In your draws, Guess jeans and allAnd then you had no one, give E a callBut he called back and wasn't fuckin' wit youCause hoes down South know good voo-dooFuck around and have your ass sprung like EddiePeriod blood mixed in your spaghettiAnd if I could I would roll a vega>From Hillside, Cali to the Get Low PlayazYou niggas light it for me and I'm pass it to QuinnAnd let it out when you get to chinChorusI'm finally hittin' Cali after 3 weeks goneThan ran out of boomb and I'm glad to be homeNow who on my phone, Dante or BruceI be there in a minute to do what we doSee, it's a triviant game, cause we gone smokeAnd blow big dubs from young body and allAnd I can't give a fuck if you're drunk or smokedImma give you a 5 we gone light the ...In to the ... told the shit on the streetSome of tha homies that be restin' in peaceThe shit won't cease till I see DI know my homie got a fat blunt for mePine apple juice, malibu rum1501 get your dickhead doneWhen it gets like that, you know I gots to fuckOr maybe kcikback and get my dickhead suckedI won't ask for much, just ass and gutsAnd brand new speakers for my oldschool cutA big fat sack of that dohjaSo I can get smokin' like I'm 'posed toChorus
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