Lyrics:
Soon as my comrade calls (Click clack)
I’mma be right there, strapped up
Ready for war
All for one, one for all (Get back)
Who can you call when your
Palm Beach
What's up Cube nigga, W.C. Mack 10
E-40, see Bo, motherfuckin' Spice 1
4-Tay, Too Short, Dr. Dre
Whole TRU click, JT the Bigga Figga
They call it get back, fuck around nigga, got his hit back
Hit all in the head, damn near, dead nigga on the shit back
Click clack, I know that these
Randy Mac
One in a million on your back, boy
Yo
So we bout to get outta here
Seems like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee,
[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation
[Nate Dogg]
Na na na na na na na na (Westside)
Na na na na na na na na
back
To prove that your gimmick's are bitten
To prove that the little are jacked, we fight everyday
To get out from the foot they us put under
Look what
up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
Fresh out
and get your gun
Go and click, click clack, click clack for fun
I-I-I-I thought I could trust him
But I-I-I-I didn't see it coming
'Cause cupid's got
I'm rolling dice like i'm dicey
Money coming in i hope it don't entice me
My heart cold like an ice cube
Life's been bitter i just add a little spicy
baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama
Yo Cube, I'm goin' have all da bitches here
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Yo man
always out with my gang gang
Nigga pull up with the wrong shit then
It's click clack bang bang bang
Gang, gang, gang
Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat,
down
Run off on me like click clack
My gun out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doing what we do in back of the lac
I'm like I'm up
by the crack spot
Fat wad of cash gets snatched up outta half knots
Or have what evers, pass my Beretta
.38 Special, perhaps they knew me better
So
shit, from where I sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits asked my click who
down
Run off on me like click clack
My gun out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doing what we do in back of the lac
I'm like I'm up
We can't click or clack, so when its beef we get it wrapped
Rather score like tit for tat then let them creep up every match
Rather see us on our
just mind your business
It go click-clack, that's a heart attack Start some shit, get finished
That's a mismatch, why they call it that
Nigga might end
the whips and switch the cribs up
Get my dick sucked by mermaids
Black shades, Hermès
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase
Yeah, that summer
of Temu
Your raps so bad you might as well remove it entirely off of YouTube
You ain't gonna be the next Ice Cube
You say we can't rap but all your verses
crack shit, click clack shit
But they never sold coke crack or click clack shit
That's why I'm laughing to the bang, ha-ha bitch
Private jets, I'm
Tyga..
California the home of a king,the place for an angel
Flyer than doves,was..
I just wana bring the cali love back
Sittin here thinkin when
neck resemble ice cubes
I got high at school, I never finished high school
I got high at school, I never finished high school
I regret it but I can't get
Ice cube, cold ass nigga with a attitude
Glacier on me see it on my face
I be from Ellenwood, I burn like fireplace
Shit ain't sweet, how I make
the daps
Who? What?
Click clack, drop back, it's a South Side jack
From the 8-7 Lack, with my hustlers in the back
I'm South Side raised yea I'm down by law
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