Fordítás: A Click. Boss Baller.
give 'em what they want Hoes wanna affiliate they self with the shot caller Cause they know I'm a baller I'm representin' nathan but the V Click shit,
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
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for
, 24/7 We Blowin That Smoke. Got Them Goonz Holdin Dat Scope. On Patrol. H2 Hummer, With The 8's Sitten Tall, Me And My Niggaz We Gotta Ball, Made It
move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls You wanna brawl
of O's And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed Didn't have shit till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and
boys Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners Philly baller
fake price buy ice use it for the tone of snow. ball faced lier try to call me a snitch i ditch the full population with a ball faced bitch if it wasnt
mine Homies, homies (Man, that's my dawg) Have you ever had a job that you truly despise? Like I don't know maybe dish washin' or fuckin' flippin' fries And you got this boss
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine Homies, homies Have you ever had a job that you truly despise? Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries And you got this boss
get you medicine Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the issue relevant balls bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants I be getting grimy but you and yo click
if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane To tell you the truth we havin a ball there's bitches all over the place To Tell you the truth we havin a ball
...fo sho You can do big thangs when you're a Big Tymer And even if you ain't nigga just keep grindin' nigga You really ain't got to have golf balls you
Or you want something like this Those who hate Yeah y'all just fronting on this Cute as a button Can't tell this bitch nothin' Ghetto fab whole click bubbling Diana Ross the boss
yip-yappin' and jaw-jackin' Nigga, if you scared, go to church You knew the job was dangerous when you took it What up? It's the big boss Dogg Snoop
from the V Town, Duke 707" Niggas and bitches was trippin' and shit, havin a fit He said, "I even know E-40 and the fuckin' click" They damn near shitted, boss
thuggish ruggish niggas always, always, always Straight from the heart Hey, na, na, na, na, na, na Scant: Everybody wanna piece of our click, even
