Текст (слова) песни: The Click - Blowin` Hot Air

 
[* Beep *] 
 
[Answering Machine] 
Good evening, at the tone 
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07 
 
[The Click talking] 
Ya know how us bosses step up, know what I mean 
Ya do what we do and do what we do to get paid 
We get paid, some quintessential, real ass niggas 
 
Stack chips and make some money up 
Ya know, I said r-realize the game 
Stack chips and make some money up 
I said r-realize the game 
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin` money man 
I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga 
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin` bank 
I s-said realize the game 
 
[E-40] 
Look here, abominable, honorable 
Countable, astronomical but monumental 
I used sell and serve pops up out my auntie`s Pinto 
Still keepin` it ghetto, barbecuin` in the front yard 
Slappin` bones, ton of niggas perkin` 
Recitin` lyrics from my songs 
Ain`t nobody hurtin` we all workin` 
Tryin` to have loot, in the studio 
With hangovers tryin` to re-coop 
I get down, ballin` like Kobe Bryant 
You niggas is lousy, small things to a giant 
How you gonna be swappin` up my style 
And goin` off by a crack in my units 
I`ma stick to the shit that made The Click 
The super kind, I love to spit 
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him 
Took his music out of the streets 
Policy out on a small fee 
Now to be clear, without equal 
Both young and new MCs out for dinner 
Crackin` ho ass niggas off something gravy 
Especially when I get to doin` it by the way, hey 
So that nigga told me, that`s square 
But why ya wanna get in on that sucker sauce B 
I didn`t ask you to get on this album 
Cause he knew I`d fuck him off 
 
[Hook] 
Click shit makes the motherfuckin` money 
I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin` hot air) 
Click shit makes the motherfuckin` money 
I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin` hot air) 
Click shit makes the motherfuckin` money 
I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin` hot air) 
Click shit makes the motherfuckin` money 
I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin` hot air) 
 
[D Shot] 
I couldn`t hold myself back my niggas 
I`m no longer in the background niggas 
It`s 2000 and I`m shittin` on niggas 
I`m callin` shots to the streets my nigga 
So niggas, they run and hide under bosses 
No longer in California cause it`s too many crosses 
You fucked around and got a tip from a mad bitch 
Cause you was next on the motherfuckin` hit list 
You got ya ghetto pass revoked cause you ain`t real 
If you didn`t get to steppin` you was gettin` killed 
Rapper, slash street hustler 
They both the same, a buster is a buster 
Ain`t got no chance to revive yourself 
Get that buster out ya soul and ask God for help 
Nigga, times is a wastin` 
What the fuck ya gon` do, ain`t nobody got no patience 
 
[B-Legit] 
Nigga this ain`t no fun, dat nigga (Nigga) 
Nigga this`ll have yo hat tacked nigga (Nigga) 
Lay ya head flat dat nigga (Nigga) 
Smashin` up the wrong way nigga (Nigga) 
Niggas side to side, shoulder shoulder 
Ain`t never stepped foot outside without my bulldozer 
Hops off in the Nova, we keeps it cheesy and real greasy 
Like Church`s with game for you to purchase 
Keep bitch niggas nervous 
Nigga this Click shit, don`t get it misconscrued 
It`s nothin` to catch yo bitch ass on a move 
We don`t lose, nigga we like them V`s we batter and bruise 
And leave ya ass leakin` sloppy for the ten o`clock news 
 
[Hook] 
 
[D Shot] 
I`m off that Click shit, sick shit 
Hog shit, mob shit 
Fuck with my family you get yo jaw split 
Off the 2-11 still reserved, I`m on one 
Strike a inner in a T-Bird, I blow one 
We on that nigga shit, I can`t believe it 
Ya so damn niggarish, best believe it 
A got some bad come holler at me 
Ya hope to take the THC, hit ya for the half P 
 
[B-Legit] 
I`m slippery, see it`s trickery to get with me 
Claimin` victory, leavin` niggas hickory 
Party history, things remain a mystery 
Got the quick of me, niggas ain`t shit to me 
Swiftly ain`t no ands buts or ifs with me 
I`m sickery, state pen stickery 
Ice pickerly, main vein literally 
It`s part of me, I`m hard on the arteries 
Got the arch with me, fuck a nigga parking E 
Cross this T, then send him out to sea 
Where the bodies be deep and titanicaly 
Franticaly, some niggas panicky 
I`m the sample G, I handle things savagely 
Above average things, especially for the cabbage tree 
Niggas mad at me and really ain`t around me 
For your anatomy it`s fully automatically 
 
[E-40 talking] 
And I said to myself, 
Ya know what pimpin` 
Dude a lot of these niggas is tardy and they need a tutor 
Due to the fact that a lot of these niggas 
Wasn`t brought up under the umbrella 
Ya know, and a lot of these triple OG ass niggas 
They ain`t really been passin` the game down 
Like we was laced and groomed on 
Ya know what I mean back in the early 80s 
Ya know what I mean, to these young niggas man 
I mean I analyze this shit nigga 
I mean it is small things to a giant 
The way I do these damn things man 
I mean a lot of these niggas, hey you know what 
I`ve been caught between a rock and a political hard place 
On how to explain the game to these squares man 
I mean these niggas is just a square 
As my motherfuckin` back pockets man 
I`m off this Colo Vasey, this is Click shit all day 
On you bitch ass niggas 
 
[Hook]
 

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Actin` Bad
Blowin` Hot Air