Blowin' Hot Air

Klank

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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 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

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    [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
    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 shit 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, fuck 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 ass 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 shit 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 shit all day
    On you bitch ass niggas

    [Hook]

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