Click Clack lyrics

[Lil' Jon Talking]
YEAH! check this out (what's up?)
You bout to witness, some real muthaf*ckin game (okay)
All the way from the muthaf*ckin STL (okay)
Wit ya boy Lil' Jon (YEAH!) that's me n*gga (uh-huh)
ATL, its goin' down, Kemo (YEAH!), my n*gga Kaos (YEAH!)
So spit that muthaf*ckin real sh*t for these b*tch ass n*ggas (uh uh)

Hook [1- Kemo 2- Kaos] (x2)
1- Click clack, click clack goes the AK
2- You know mo get left in the urr, yes'ir yes'ir so uh
1- It's pistol play, every day, all daaaaay
2- There's too many n*ggas that I know from the block
Get knocked and uh..

[Verse 1: Kemo]
I'm a, grinda f*ck off my di*k
I'm a, reach back slap the f*ck out my b*tch
Dump rounds, watch shells jump the f*ck out the clip
36 ounces on the scale, chop the f*ck out a brick
Damnit I'm sick, watch me while I handle my sh*t
Eat b*tch n*ggas for breakfast like ham and my grits
Rollin them bole, cross me and I'm smokin yo ho
Just because I live out here there ain't no control of the MO
Holdin the fo', fo' c*ck it back then I blow
The brains out the other side of yo 'fro
Muthaf*cka because you jivin them mo'
Bend over, you know that I'm the pride of the M.O
Jump out the bushes like "surprise" on the mo
We on yo block, with the cake and no need for no Glock
It's a hatin I receivin yo spot
I just wanna be yo cut so muthaf*ckin bad my di*k ain't hard
I spray AK Allay, 45 hundred tips off in yo jaw b*tch
Hook (x2)

[Verse 2: Kaos]
n*ggas try me like new pus*y but always end up gettin f*cked
Cuz I'm takin n*ggas heads off like Chris Pronger wit that puck
See all the n*ggas that I roll wit give out punkin heads urry week
Dumpin lead, thurl g's, run up in the club pumpin sh*t
We out that Lou, I thought you knew me and my crew is unstoppable
Like Warner to Faulk, Hakim, Proehl, Holt & Bruce
You couldn't top us or stop us wit choppas or proper voppers
Derty if you paid for it, even if you prayed for it
It ain't gon' happen like yo squad beatin the Lakers in 4
It ain't gon' go mo, yo boys want mo'
They roll wit b*tch n*ggas, pus*y whipped n*ggas, big lipped n*ggas
Them talk sh*t n*ggas, can't get rich n*ggas, you know them
Get p*ssed n*ggas that's always wit n*ggas, that make a b*tch
Trick n*ggas, them skeet lil' shady slick n*ggas, we lunatic n*ggas
Keepin them brick n*ggas, switch hit n*ggas, sit and sip n*ggas
Them nina click n*ggas

Hook (x2)

[Verse 3: Kemo]
Now watch me, parlay to the muthaf*ckin Cut' and get my gat
Investigate all you want, you ain't never know where my pistol at
No suspect, no motives, no witnesses, no clue
n*gga my alibis that I don't know what the f*ck done happened to you's
Wit my crew that night, drank a brew that night, shake a booty that night
Act a fool tonight, celebrate put 17 shots off in you tonight
Seems to be another kinda red comin from ya head in
The same slum wit a government infrared deal
Same stuff and a real deal, same song wit that la-bel
And I gotta keep my sh*t c*cked cuz the block be hot
That's why I be screamin that same sh*t (what kind of sh*t n*gga?)
Insane sh*t, I remember when we used to get up on the roof and
n*gga the next police ride down this muthaf*ckin n*gga we shootin
Hoes in a blue suit and hideout, regroup and
Every pistol we shoot man, we gotta use 2 hands
n*gga I'm comin, n*gga I'm gunnin', n*gga I'm bustin, n*gga you runnin
Jumpin, n*gga you duckin'
Hook (x4)