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letra de click-click* - flatbush zombies

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[chorus: jid]
i shot the sheriff
k!lled the deputy, spared the reverend
smack your parents, split the marriage
slash the n-ggas, he with the sheriff
i’m with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage
i give you the cl!ck-cl!ck, i look in the barrel
i give you the cl!ck-cl!ck, i look in the barrel
i point it right at you, i point it right at you

[verse: jid]
back up, that’s a warning shot
next n-ggas gettin’ domed and dropped
and n-ggas beefin’ on their phone and plottin’
and i can see you really love hip-hop
well i can make you meet biggie and pac
tell ’em how the game miss ’em a lot
so if you thinkin’ it’s an issue, it’s not
people entitled to opinions they got
you’re a product of the friends you got
so if you’re poppin’ sh-t then your friend get shot
at the eight or nine or ten o’clock
but when it pop in his top and he drop, let it rock
i been on the f-ckin’ star track like spock
glock clocked on the block, workin’ on my chakra
it’s been the same since a runny nose with the snot
and my n-ggas run into your home
gimme what you got, do you really want the problem?
tryna make a milli off the rock, but them cracks in the chicken
n-gga, pot, watch it, n-gga, watch
n-ggas on the block spit bones in the pocket
lil partner was poppin’, finna hit him with the rocket
yeah, your main b-tch was prolly tryna top me
’cause i’m handsome, i’m fly, and a fungi like shiitake
n-gga, you really jockin’ tryna andy milo-knock me
i’ma rock it, h-ll nah, pulled up on the [?]
my n-gga told me, [?]
[chorus: jid]
i shot the sheriff
k!lled the deputy, spared the reverend
smack your parents, split the marriage
slash the n-ggas, he with the sheriff
i’m with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage
i give you the cl!ck-cl!ck, i look in the barrel
i give you the cl!ck-cl!ck, i look in the barrel
i point it right at you, i point it right at you

[verse: erick the architect]
money be the motivation
this the kinda of payment that forever be indebted to you
send you to the medical
was reachin’ the pistol on the pedestal, the metal
got a bl!cky on the end, gotta win with the jid
dug with the jugg, dug with the crooks
heard he loose with the jar but i love the way it looks
my mind’s in the matrix, underground
but my mind talks in the bas-m-nt
way i got my patience…

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