paroles de chanson It Clicks - Eastman Records

When it clicks that addiction is a mindset
It becomes a little lethal
Like a fiend that is leaning on a needle
Then it clicks stupid, you would know
There is evil in the game
Even if it has a smile an a name so
When it goes, wicked slow its D B O
Climbing Fuji you gon' see me on the video
Doing dumb shit, understand I'll never run bitch

Now here's the situation
Picture being down an out an loosing patience
When it hits ya where the lord split ya
Maybe I should get up off my ass, an check this
You don't even got to steal the cash
From your brother or your sister or your mother
As I run up to repeat myself just like the duh duh man
Ch Ch Ch understand imma make these rubber bands pop
Just like a Glock, that's a fucking stowed piece
Smoking everything that I see, Like a stogie
Yo Yogi, they about to get a boo boo fuck your fubu
An your name brands, imma make you poo poo
With a little bit of voodoo and my veined hands
Are pulsing on your neck check it
Imma get to kicking like it's Tekken with a Tech an
You gon' see me shoot
In the booth with a deuce deuce
Feeling fuckin loose whose, in my way, as I spray
With these buckoo bucks
Clicking with a crew who doesn't loose too much
But I'm stoic though, bout to fuckin row a boat
A couple klicks down to Roanoke, Hello Alope
Where are the Annunaki? Imma fucking pull up
To their crib an slit their throat from a Kawasaki

Eastman's here to stay
An if you got a fucking problem imma fucking lay you out
I can ride my bike without handles now, bars
That's your only issue
When I listen to your shit man I'm feeling fucking pissed dude
Pistol whip you, into different time zones
Pick apart your mind on pot
If you want it we can get it from a store now its not
Worth a felony, fuck what you're telling me
Connect the dots as I steadily bust your shit
Been pealing caps back since 1996 an I
Rock like Chris but not Pooki

There's a new Jack in this city better grab an Uzi
Vilify the News see, everything on TV's fake as fuck
Plus these bitches that are Donald ducking
I'm nun chucking like Michelangelo, DaVinci
Catch a fucking lick then you'll find me up at dinkbee's
With a Keene mindset an a dope fiend
Go ahead an ask Perc how Bo be a bully on these beats
Dali Llama in the streets, Singing for the love of God
While I shoot to Jesus with this Piece
When it clicks that there's never ever ever been a flow so sick
An I'm adapting to these beats like Mr. Freeze
An I don't give a shit, take your best shot
It probably wouldn't phase me cause I smoke a lot of pot with the click
When it drops an you shit your pants on the next level
Rectal disfunction on your kids now the debts settled
Heavy metal 'round my waistband, that's a CZ
Every time I pull it man it really shoots so easy
In the Wind, now there's Fire in the Earth
I swear to God there's a lot of power in the hurt
All you got to do is hon it
I'm on my way to Babylon an you can call me Hammurabi
Plus the code to the doors a little tricky that's on my body
How'd he do it anyway?
Without a fifth of henny or a penny to his name
Fucking dimes in the clique hello Dame
My name is D-Bo ElfGuapo MarraChinnie Onna Poopstick
Inducting myself in the hall of fame like a nuisance, bitch
Decapitate the game with a turn-I-kit or a pair of turntables
In the cut with a rubber while I burn stable
You see, this is real life
When it clicks liquid cuffs illuminate the fight
Maybe we can talk about peace, peace
I say it, Peace, an if you have a dream
Than you should live it out
Because you never know when you are out of time
But, Thanks for listening cause
That was, all of mine