I can see your shadow lying in the moonlight I can hear your heartbeat playing on my right side Every night I long for this, makin' up what I miss I
Children behave That's what they say when we're together And watch how you play They don't understand and so we're Runnin' just as fast as we can Holdin
You gave me something, I understand, You gave me loving in the palm of my hand I can't tell you how I feel My heart is like a wheel Let me roll it Let
I got a cell phone, trampoline, a year's worth of magazines I even got a new pair of Chucks I got a surf board, swimming pool, a mustang convertible
On the boardwalk Working two shifts Saving for that diamond ring Then I'll quit All the cool kids Hanging south pier Guess I'll have it figured out by
She calls me baby then she wont call me says she adores me and then ignores me (Jenny, What's the problem?) She keeps her distance and sits on fences
I remember on one night the kid cut off his right arm In a fit to save a bit of power He got fifty thousand watts In a big acoustic tower Security's
of some ni**az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me (Throw ya hands up, hands up) They can't hide, listen to the rough s**t, my click (Throw
I'm violent Chorus: 1st occurance: as written 2nd occurance: add last three lines again 3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice 4th occurance: repeat first five
them niggas, they ain't no muthafuckin soldiers [Verse One] Can't get no ??? If you do better watch your bizack Can't get 'em, catch that click-clack
: [Intro] One, two, Bone is coming for you Three, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
in the war when you niggas get serious, let a nigga know, maybe then we can roll. Nigga bad to the Bone, But I sure dont click with hoes and no bustas
all night, Catch a slug or chill, bill collectors better respect 'em Mo Thug, sellin' dubs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum check 'em, Click-click
Improve your dope flow Cold max with the long dough High rollin, back breakin plot diggers The ill niggas Comanche style Blood letting weapons of death Stop your breath If you trip on the click
s gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one [Jay-Z] Make out a check for eight hundred dollars Jigga Man, holla {*click*, *dial tone*} [Beans] 1-900-
Queen Pen of the Click The littlest G with the, hottest shit Here's one thing y'all should never forget that she flows like no other chick) Rock chicks
: They stole the waste land from you by clicking copy, paste and? one, two they took your work without its sense click and point and click again but
