Blowin Hot Air Lyrics - The Click

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[* 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 xxx 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 xxxx 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 xxx 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 xxxx him off

[Hook]

Click xxxx makes the motherfuckin' money

I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air)

Click xxxx makes the motherfuckin' money

I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air)

Click xxxx makes the motherfuckin' money

I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air)

Click xxxx 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 xxxx 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 xxxxx niggas nervous

Nigga this Click shit, don't get it misconscrued

It's nothin' to catch yo xxxxx xxx on a move

We don't lose, nigga we like them V's we batter and bruise

And leave ya xxx leakin' sloppy for the ten o'clock news

[Hook]

[D Shot]

I'm off that Click shit, sick shit

Hog shit, mob shit

Fuck with my family you get yo jaw split

Off the 2-11 still reserved, I'm on one

Strike a inner in a T-Bird, I blow one

We on that nigga shit, I can't believe it

Ya so damn niggarish, best believe it

A got some bad come holler at me

Ya hope to take the THC, hit ya for the half P

[B-Legit]

I'm slippery, see it's trickery to get with me

Claimin' victory, leavin' niggas hickory

Party history, things remain a mystery

Got the quick of me, niggas ain't xxxx to me

Swiftly ain't no ands buts or ifs with me

I'm sickery, state pen stickery

Ice pickerly, main vein literally

It's part of me, I'm hard on the arteries

Got the arch with me, xxxx a nigga parking E

Cross this T, then send him out to sea

Where the bodies be deep and titanicaly

Franticaly, some niggas panicky

I'm the sample G, I handle things savagely

Above average things, especially for the cabbage tree

Niggas mad at me and really ain't around me

For your anatomy it's fully automatically

[E-40 talking]

And I said to myself,

Ya know what pimpin'

Dude a lot of these niggas is tardy and they need a tutor

Due to the fact that a lot of these niggas

Wasn't brought up under the umbrella

Ya know, and a lot of these triple OG xxx niggas

They ain't really been passin' the game down

Like we was laced and groomed on

Ya know what I mean back in the early 80s

Ya know what I mean, to these young niggas man

I mean I analyze this xxxx nigga

I mean it is small things to a giant

The way I do these damn things man

I mean a lot of these niggas, hey you know what

I've been caught between a rock and a political hard place

On how to explain the game to these squares man

I mean these niggas is just a square

As my motherfuckin' back pockets man

I'm off this Colo Vasey, this is Click xxxx all day

On you xxxxx xxx niggas

[Hook]

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