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letra de num num juice - the click

[intro: d-shot & e-40]
go on, pour ya partner some of that there
oh boy
yeah, hold on
not too much, not too much
right there
yeah
see, that’s that num num juice (num num num)
yeah, that’ll have a motherf-cker on his back
so quick (num num num)
please believe
see, you gotta sip-sip with this sh-t here (num num num)
’cause it’ll have a n-gga out of commission
oh boy (num num num)

[e-40]
i’m perkin’, drunk about a half a liter
liquor stains all over my c0ke-white woman-beater
f-ck johnny law, that the po-po
outta my body ridin’ solo-bolo (solo-bolo)
burpin’, gurpin’ (gurpin’), swervin’ (swervin’)
in my carlo rossi burgundy excursion
music hummin’ pedestrians faint, glossy-glossy
you can see your face in my paint, i’m so d-mn flossy
serious about my thuggin’
had to pinch myself but i couldn’t feel nothin’ (nothin’)
uh, uh i’m p-ssy, y’all (i’m p-ssy, y’all)
’cause i been drinkin’ out a straw (out a straw)
uh, uh, can’t tell me sh-t
feelin’ my cheerios (cheerios), beeper on my hip (hip)
on my way to see my brizzoad, she h-lla sprung
good with her tongue, she like it when i’m num num

[suga t]
you play the role, get outta line, you out the door
you want more? i make ya head to liquor store (uh)
one night i sinned but i wasn’t sleepin’
my video wasn’t rotatin’, but i was creepin’
off that num num juice, they was watchin’ me
that night you was liable to see anything
i was too hot to drop, my tw-t was on pop
the pimpin’ don’t stop, long range ’til i drop

[d-shot]
i got fifteen numbers one night
and i don’t even remember what them hoes looked like
i must have been drunk out my motherf-ckin’ mind
i took two to the house and then i put my d-ck in they mouth
i remember doin’ two but it looked like i was doin’ eight
ya boy shot was gettin’ raped
i woke up the next morning with the rubber still on
but all a n-gga’s sh-t was gone

[b-legit]
i’m a tailgate fanatic, barbecues with rowdy crews, i’m manic
first round genuine draft pick
i crack the bottle, sippin’ on some sapphire swallow
insides hollow, n-ggas like, “follow me raw”
two or three pints to the dome, know i’m on
gone with the wind, cold sweatin’
cover up the liquor, hoes ready
n-ggas bet, “that n-gga b, he h-lla over”
but i’m sober, i runs like a range rover
or a nova, 68 o.g.
and quarter-mile runners know they can’t f-ck with me
i act real bad like a raider fan
rather argue or fight than to understand
but i’m the man, i really am, tell the truth
i’m h-lla keyed, perkin’ off that num num juice

[chorus: suga-t & e-40]
we off the num num (num num num)
you know you want some
i’m h-lla keyed and i’m perkin’ off that num num juice (num num num)
we off the num num (num num num)
but you can’t get none
i’m h-lla keyed and i’m perkin’ off that num num juice (num num num)
we off the num num (num num num)
you know you want some
i’m h-lla keyed and i’m perkin’ off that num num juice (num num num)
we off the num num (num num num)
but you can’t get none
i’m h-lla keyed and i’m perkin’ off that num num juice (num num num)

[outro: e-40]
(num num num)
i’m h-lla keyed and i’m perkin’ off that num num juice
(num num num)
(num num num)
i’m h-lla keyed and i’m perkin’ off that num num juice
(num num num)

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