[* Beep *]
[Answering Machine]
Good evening, at the tone
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07
[The Click talking]
Ya know how us bosses step up, know what I mean
Ya do what we do and do what we do to get paid
We get paid, some quintessential, real ass niggas
Stack chips and make some money up
Ya know, I said r-realize the game
Stack chips and make some money up
I said r-realize the game
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin` money man
I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin` bank
I s-said realize the game
[E-40]
Look here, abominable, honorable
Countable, astronomical but monumental
I used sell and serve pops up out my auntie`s Pinto
Still keepin` it ghetto, barbecuin` in the front yard
Slappin` bones, ton of niggas perkin`
Recitin` lyrics from my songs
Ain`t nobody hurtin` we all workin`
Tryin` to have loot, in the studio
With hangovers tryin` to re-coop
I get down, ballin` like Kobe Bryant
You niggas is lousy, small things to a giant
How you gonna be swappin` up my style
And goin` off by a crack in my units
I`ma stick to the shit that made The Click
The super kind, I love to spit
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him
Took his music out of the streets
Policy out on a small fee
Now to be clear, without equal
Both young and new MCs out for dinner
Crackin` ho ass niggas off something gravy
Especially when I get to doin` it by the way, hey
So that nigga told me, that`s square
But why ya wanna get in on that sucker sauce B
I didn`t ask you to get on this album
Cause he knew I`d fuck him off
[Hook]
Click shit makes the motherfuckin` money
I s-said realize 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 motherfuckin` money
I s-said realize 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)
[D Shot]
I couldn`t hold myself back my niggas
I`m no longer in the background niggas
It`s 2000 and I`m shittin` on niggas
I`m callin` shots to the streets my nigga
So niggas, they run and hide under bosses
No longer in California cause it`s too many crosses
You fucked around and got a tip from a mad bitch
Cause you was next on the motherfuckin` hit list
You got ya ghetto pass revoked cause you ain`t real
If you didn`t get to steppin` you was gettin` killed
Rapper, slash street hustler
They both the same, a buster is a buster
Ain`t got no chance to revive yourself
Get that buster out ya soul and ask God for help
Nigga, times is a wastin`
What the fuck ya gon` do, ain`t nobody got no patience
[B-Legit]
Nigga this ain`t no fun, dat nigga (Nigga)
Nigga this`ll have yo hat tacked nigga (Nigga)
Lay ya head flat dat nigga (Nigga)
Smashin` up the wrong way nigga (Nigga)
Niggas side to side, shoulder shoulder
Ain`t never stepped foot outside without my bulldozer
Hops off in the Nova, we keeps it cheesy and real greasy
Like Church`s with game for you to purchase
Keep bitch niggas nervous
Nigga this Click shit, don`t get it misconscrued
It`s nothin` to catch yo bitch ass on a move
We don`t lose, nigga we like them V`s we batter and bruise
And leave ya ass leakin` sloppy for the ten o`clock news
[Hook]
[D Shot]
I`m off that Click shit, sick shit
Hog shit, mob shit
