Victor Baron Lyrics - The Click

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[E-40 talking]

Testing, testing...testing testing

Uh, Sick Wid It, Sick Wid It

707, Sick Wid It Records, Sick Wid It

Click shit, Click xxxx nigga Click shit, Click xxxx nigga

Click shit, Click xxxx nigga

[E-40]

Skit, skank, ska-dattle, made ya truck rattle

Grimey on the grind, extra dark like a shadow

Money on my mind, G's to stack

26 glock nine split ya wig back

I gotta pocket full of duckets

You about to get off all nuggets

Gutter ghetto, money by the sewer

Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super

Life, right, almost white

She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight

She said don't stop, I said alright

Humongous ass, I punched the gas

And my speed racer go fast, super-endurance

Souped up with a kit, high-performance

Gettin' scratched off the block

Alpine, Foxgate, monster cables, speakers

And woofers the whole doo-wop

Yeah, skee-skirt eeh-skirt hop a lil' way and mo' turf

Lil' mama said "Cool I like that South shit"

But I'm really off that 40 and The Click

Don't you got a friend girl about the same height

You know two thongs don't make a dyke

Two thongs don't make my night

Let's get up out of dodge

Me and yo friend girlfriend...Econo Lodge

[Hook: E-40]

Why you bullshittin' you need to stop starin'

As you peekin' I'm speakin' I'm seein'

You need to lose what you wearin'

Lil' mama you got that Victor Baron

[B-Legit]

Girl I'ma fool with it, hella laced up and cool with it

Went to school with it, never did get to hit it

Mixed weight, played for the tennis team

A lil' grain we weighed upon my triple beam

Full of schemes with dreams to be a boss

Candy colored and buttered, cameras turn soft

Gettin' off, my nina ross spit the venom

Fuck xxxxxxx at lunch with days lit em' up

Start sendin' em' now I'm gettin' ends from em'

Even friends of em' lines of tens of em'

I'm tryin' to win something, baby can I talk to you

What with you, is it mildew or barbecue

She worked back, asked me how I'm gon' act

You wasn't with me way back when the albums flat

Remember that yeah but now it's flarin'

Got me starin' baby got that Victor Baron

I ain't carin' if ya boyfriend live with ya

I'm out to get ya, hit ya, and take the picture

Post you up on the Internet dot com

Lil' baby got the bomb

[Hook x2: E-40, B-Legit]

Why you bullshittin' you need to stop starin'

Is ya peekin' or speakin' I'm seein'

You need to lose what ya wearin'

Lil' mama you got that Victor Baron

[D-Shot]

I see ya creepin' but she ain't speakin'

Steppin' through the club, laughin' and sneakin'

But you keep puttin' yourself in the angles of the eyesight of me

Now I gots to go real deep

Deep, deep, deep into my game zone

Cause I'm peel her and take her to my home

Toss her up, toss her up with the agility of a big body

Look xxxxx I thought you knew this was my hobby

[B-Legit]

You know I ran mine straight, don't xxxx with punk bitches

Hella vicious, tradin' stitches for the riches

If it itches my left hand we gon' get it

Keep her fitted, make niggas wanna hit it

And when they visit pass go and pay a fee

They be thankin' me, baby keep bankin' me

Kind of stankin' you know how these hoes be

But this xxxxx got that V

[E-40]

V as in Victor, capri jeans fit her

Have to pick her, thicker than a Q-sized nigga

A church girl, used to like to read the Bible

Turned out wanna xxxx me on her menstral cycle

High-powered spit from the lungs

Suck dick like an ol' lady al gums

Sweetheart ain't no comparin'

You got that Victor Baron

[Hook x2: E-40]

Why you bullshittin' you need to stop starin'

As you peekin' I'm speakin' I'm seein'

You need to lose what you wearin'

Lil' mama you got that Victor Baron

[The Click talking]

Man that Victor Baron is serious dog, ya know

That xxxx is so potent, know what I mean

What, that bomb shit

Hey you know I was with that Vietnamese

And bright skin last night right, right

Suck a nigga real proper like right, right

Shit was way cool nigga

Hey it wasn't no Victor though nigga

That xxxx was Victor Baron nigga

Hey look here ol' boy

I had an epsode the other day right

I mean the bitch, I mean I stuck the xxxx in right

And the xxxxx just clamped on my xxxx real tough

Ya know what I'm sayin' right

Then I pulled my xxxx out right

Next thing ya know hella rain came out her crevice an shit

That xxxxx had some Victor Baron

Victor Baron xxx pussy, oh boy oh boy

I knocked the breeze on the ocean the other night

Ya understand, till she slide off

Had me hittin' that xxxxx real deep

Yeah, was it Victor, it was Victor

You know what I mean it was live

Victor Baron man, Victor what

Victor Baron man, Victor who

That's smob

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