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letra de track 1 - b.o.c. click

hol up man
it’s that boy brain with dj nasty all up in yo earhole like wax
brand new b.o.c. joint right here, fortune & fame
j beal, southpaw, t.i. cuz, haywood, lil beal, lil za and introducing the newest member of the cl!ck, l.z. that’s right
y’all hold it down baby we’re gonna get into this, fortune and fame

[t.i. cuz]
i’m jumping out my slab with my m16’s
with a.r.’s and 22’s that’ll split yo spleen
parellies on limousine sw-ng wide body machines
i’m setting off car alarms with my 4 15’s
now we ready, to set yo block off in flames
we ready, baguettes hanging off my chain
we ready, b.o.c. down to shine, f-cking with t.i. cuz you ain’t gon have no vital signs
you outta line if you dissing my cl!ck
call me casino, cuz i’m stacking my chips
and packing my clips when its cold i got hеat
my guns go blacka blacka and they knock you off your feet
i’m smoking n-ggas like sweets
white city is what i claim
wе play tag with tecs while n-ggas think its a game
n-ggas scared to hear my name because they know that i’m real
them boys be talking down but ain’t none of them trill
you n-ggas know where i live ain’t none of my cl!ck fake
you said it on cd you won’t say it to my face
i’m tying my shoelace cuz my reeboks on
them haters was mad when they seen the drops on chrome
i run in your home with bullets that don’t stop
if i catch you in your grill i’ll be d-mned if you don’t drop
[big redd]
it’s the m-th-f-ckin’ assh0l- know i’m tal’in’ ’bout
its the big redd some call me big baby
i’ma try some 23’s on a droptop mercedes
if it don’t beat, n-gga what the f-ck
i’ll throw some 28’s on a candy ‘lac truck
ask benard if the assh0l- fraud
i’ll still f-ck ya up if you hold up your guards
when i hit the block in the s.s. wagon
either spree’s or glass 3’s with the back bumper draggin’
rocks in my watch, rocks in my rope
you can say that sh-t throwed, some says no
wouldn’t give a d-mn, i got sowed like a [?]
i’m a cool g and sportin’ coogi
get it? a cool g and coogi is my wear
white boys go surfing on the tsunami on my hair
the neon in my trunk, showcase my name
slid my frontend, break the whole frame
throwed wardrobe with icy white tee
if you try to fight me, b-tch you’ll have to fight we
i’m talking ’bout my cl!ck, yep we roll thick
running through n-ggas like a swole walkin’ thick

[haywood]
i wreck mics like cars crash, everyday
find your body in the gutter, cut like paper mache
fresh cut, green hay, shipped straight from the forest
i stretched my benzo you roll in a ford taurus
rolex, not lorus, take ya time on my wrist
looks like a snowstorm kidnapped my fingers and fists
i’m sipping the crys’
releasing the wood grain
i got machines that shatter lungs and take brains
my candy stains look like a fool on my ‘lac
call me train in the booth cuz i’m wrecking all the tracks
i got sacks, and they go 4 for 10
see my cup double up i’m sipping barre not gin
branging it back so give me my stardom
my trunk shake the block like its from harlem
sh-t you’re startin’ keep it cool on the streets
the ice on my trigger finger don’t keep me cool from my heat
[l.z.]
sw-ng wide body machine
it’s that boy l.z
t-i-c-u-z h-a-y-w-o-o-d, we out the b.o.c. so it’s time to ball
no time to stall, 23’s is what a n-gga crawl
i’m a texas outlaw, me and my n-gga southpaw
we uncut and we raw what you seen is what you saw
n-gga that’s the gangsta law, so don’t try to test me
what the h-ll is wrong witchu, did you pop a ecstasy?
you ain’t tryna plex with me n-gga you ain’t ready
blades choppin’ up like machette, c-ck the glock and hold it steady
so you know we ready, for any kinda plexin’
f-ckin’ with l.z. your body is eternally rested mayne

- b o c click

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