Übersetzung: Das Click. Blowin 'Hot Air.
the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the
your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic, chrome startin up static Greed means that you die quick, click the vision Greed lies anmbition
bunch of little Fonzi's And y'all all know what Fonzi was...cool That's right (set it off) [Talib Kweli, Planet Asia] We in the air like natural and
we do it [3rd Verse] Kansas City City City That's where I really wanna be Grime and gritty gritty gritty Back up when I throw that V Up in the air air air
that'll work Get high with me, that'll work Smoke tai with me, that'll work [Verse 2] Another bitch I murder, blow away, Lord Sniff-a-Mous That moving
ban-danna Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners That's why me and your broad is on, camera {*click click click*} I'm sick from a childhood head, blow
Thanks to jigga@hot.ee for these lyrics. It starts like this Just cock and lick it Gats hit harder than fists The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted
have an eye problem Pistol on my hip I got a thigh problem Rock ya hips Crime Mob em Jae Millz And let em boy know you would time bomb em Click Click
York, New York n****z die for the cheese I air your house out like a can of Fabreeze, at ease Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover Click clack, ya
no bluffin', the body bagged Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic, chrome startin' up static Greed means that you die quick, click
album going platinum Y'all niggas is going double plastic Shit'll get tragic, if one of you fools Choose to make me use my automatic Click-clack-blow, Curren$y the Hot
[Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw
lick between my knees Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your three down the Ave Blow up spots on because I'm mad Break up affairs lick shots in the air
all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically I'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats Air
real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [
'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit' the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit, I represent intellectual violence And leave your click
bang the hot hopper 'til all four pumps bust (bust) Smoke dust then take ten paces with big bright bows in my flamed phat laces W.C. Thunder thunder hot
