Clanspossescrews & Kliks - текст песни
Clanspossescrews & Kliks
[rock] aiyyo son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs son (what? )
[batty bwoy] assholeassholeasshole!
[rock] there’s like six bitch-ass niggaz on the corner son
(aiyyo word? ) these niggaz is rappinkickin raps n shit
Can’t tell these niggaz they ain’t hype
They punk smoove bullshitjust meet me downstairs son
I’ma set it on these niggaz son
[ruck] yo i’ma be right there manI’m gettin dressed now
[rock] these niggaz have no idea soncheck it check it
Verse one: rockruck
And one time for your mindone time for the snitch droppin dime
Me don’t wanna hear you whine when my nine’s to your spine
Glock dissrockymountainenergy’s from my
Fountain of youth runnin through my brain pounded
So don’t be found in my clutches
If you don’t who sparsky isthen you don’t know who dutch is
Don’t get snuffed kidwe cause ruckus
And rock mad domes while we at it who’s the first up
To see blackness like the universe
Fuck thatniggaz better start runnin for shelter
Live and direct with a nine tenth that’s that nigga from heltah skeltah
Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of ruck plus
My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh)
Girls demand memad bitches I slam the
Microphone you hand me till the judge remand me (what)
Can weget along like rodneyand rock please
Put these niggaz in they proper place cause you cocky
Ibe the drama bringer wringer of a niggaz neck
Wrecker of a set I buck shots with a steel tec
Wussywhere’s all them suckers talkin tracks bout they rnrin
(they heard us comin and turned to track starscheck it)
I benever sloppyI be rotc
I rock heads from bedrock to yugoslav-ia
Robbin you and your crew blind yeah we do crimes
Find that absolut’s fineor in to behind
Now you whinebut yo stop the blood clot cryin
Like screwfaceI in the mood to bash your eyes in
Devils does know who I ammadman from heltah skeltah
Mr. flipsterrockgrandson of sam
As the world turns in my search for tomorrow
I seek the God in lifefor some insight
Freaky like a golden shower when my golden bowels
Hit instrumentals get influential like colin powellnow
Fuck the worldstick my dick in the dirt
Pull tunes on spooks who claim I ain’t cool like levert
Expert when I network my lyrics like a rebel
Vexed cause the devil never take me to that next level
It’s never humble in asphault jungles
When you slang rocks and ricans in back deal with bundles
Some may wonderthe evil these two men dotorment you
Lyrical landlordyour fuckin rent due
Chorus:
Clanspossescrews and kliks
All y’all bitch niggaz can suck my dick
Klikspossescrews and clans
Can’t none of y’all niggaz fuck with me and my man
Verse two: rockruck
Aiyyoone’s for theshots I pop
Two’s for the anti-real snakes I fought and dropped
Three’s for the irrational ruckbitch!
I be rock and the four’s for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shop
Ask me how foul I ammannn you know damn well
It was me that hit your bitch up in my man’s van
Too plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop shit
You can’t flushfuckin with us you’re smacked with hock spit
Who dare square with rock me I break you
Tree times worse dan a bumba claat earthquake do
Heltah skeltah is hectic hit the deck then step
If you wanna hear your neck click
See this centerbut really play no basketball
I do my shootin with a motherfuckin mac you fall
To the floorogc hit up everything that come through the door
Recognize heltah skeltah mean war
So what’s the reason for the treasonpunk you wanna die
My mind crucify those who try to defy
God cipher devine drop bombs on the blind
In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine (hah)
Now I (what) want a nigga to come with hand skills
Man chillmight end up in a landfill
Stand stillnigga you know the position
Glocks clickin from niggaz who ain’t got pots to piss in
Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes
Me and rock is this tight (there’ll never be no fist fights)
You’re lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks
Who sniff cokenow your bitch broke ain’t no misquote
I just spokewicked ways with words of wisdom
Like cyclops I spot fly shots with ill vision
Similar to none son so it fuckin seem
Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to they spleen
Chorus: repeat 4x
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