เนื้อเพลง Click Clack - Slim Thug
เนื้อเพลง Click Clack
[Chorus - Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click Clack motherf*ckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack motherf*ckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
[Verse - Slim Thug]
When snitch n*ggaz give police clues to watch
Well I'm a give them faggot n*ggaz news to watch
My trigger blow n*ggaz out they shoes and socks
I guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot
I'm Slim Thugga motherf*cker! best respect my G!
Or they gon say they name after R.I.P
How dare you p*ssy n*ggaz' tissue slugs bout me
Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be!
And I don't give a F*CK what set you claim
They got rich n*ggaz that blow out brains
Just cause you from the projects don't mean you hard
Most of them hoods y'all repping ain't seen you broads!
[Chorus - Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherf*ckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack motherf*ckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing now!
Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya! ya hear me?!
Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya!
[Verse - Pusha T]
Big home, big car, big jewelry
Whispers in the street, all the talk of robbery
Ain't no Quad Studio, Tupac and P
For every watch there's a glock, come shop with me
Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV
BE or MT, the whole world done see me
VH1 Behind the Scenes, there's bout to be a three-peat
So keep on rewinding your part and others try and defeat me
Strap like the movie, better yet the sequel
Strap Before Rap, we'll call that the prequel
I told ya wit the pen, there shall be none equal
But since he ain't write it, that makes him more lethal! UUSSSHH!!
[Chorus]
[verse - Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherf*ckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking
A lot of rap n*ggaz be trying to play hard
Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud
They talk that hard sh*t when somebody press record
When there's beef in the streets they run to their body guard
I'm still a hood n*gga, you can catch me on the block
And when I'm the club you can catch me wit the glock
I know them jackas plotting trying to catch me wit a knot
But we gon see if them laws can come catch me when he's shot
[Chorus]