The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a factory structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle.
Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle. Hear a crew of guys utilize they skills. Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet you don't know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny. Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at L.A.X.
I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if shit is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend. Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first of all clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time and life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends.
Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here. All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear. Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash. Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike. Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle rhyme. Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time.
Intro: 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs
1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill And knock his ass into left field I'm still a body bruisin' master Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler A star spangler boogie banger
Rottin' Razklas 118 on the scene I'm representin' And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin' And kickin in nigga take a step back It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap If ya don't wanna brawl jack Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find
No he didn't but I'll you
Hook: I tell you what good with deez some and the how Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)
Right out the alleys of Cali Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood
Watch us bring wreck quick Road Dawgs the next kick Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip
235 thick Ingelwood Illtown click
Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix
Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues
Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools And slaying crews
Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle
In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle
Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me
Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow
Treach: Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey Three letters describing that ass here's a clue S-C-K the only thing missing is you Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap A black alley cats can catch my back And to that and these scrap Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims That's how it go that's how we roll pow! Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow
Hook
Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin' Keep my material similar to a serial killer Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller
Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter pat Pats to better brat packs I'm airing shit out like DAT Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven
Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT To your advantage if you could manage the damage I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded
Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry Advancing my chances and ya retreatin' From the beatin' ya seekin' Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'
On time for too much tough talk Nigga walk and keep walking Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking
I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state
Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag
Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown
This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on With more thong then Janet with her panties on Ya best to get it out the way boy The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow
