번역: 클릭. 마약 트랙.
them faulty chip burnouts [Chorus:] On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track
moves Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' A bank to get rich, ain't ate in days So it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your
fools who wanna get dumb enough Now that you know like that These niggaz come around, they don't know how to act, in fact I'm at the track in tha back
Cool people, Knievel in my alter ego Zero tolerance we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track
a hustler and once again it's on I still got money buried in my backyard I'm bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don My shit's so dope when you smoke
is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this Livin' amuk, never givin' a fuck, gimme the keys I'm drunk And I've never driven a truck but I smoke dope
barely get beef now My shit in the stoes (stores) now Rollin' wit the pros now Cause my shit is sellin' like the Ralph Lauren clothes now Clicked up wit Dirt now, people do my track
a wimp If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad bitches say my name, hoe Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click,
real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [
yo I spit slow, hit low, been dope from the get go When rappers walk past The Blast they tiptoe Your chick know and your click know The spirit of my
'em nervous with hoes packin' gats in they candy sprayed purses Fresh off a 2 piece smelling like a pick it's that bandana swinger from the number 1 click
watchin' me Niggas not pockin' me V got that tech nine and man got that uzi Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah KR hooked up the track, so
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't
change the nation See many faces but none of 'em mirror me Show my ID to the punk ass security Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad Walked by
The blind mice couldn't read braille They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo Popo's gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks
the mic quite serious A kid goes out on dates later than their next period My crews got it made, rockin the place With more dope rappers to match every
up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click
