[Intro: E-40]
Ayy, you want me to spit some shit? Right now?
What you wanna hear? Alright, check it out
Funky fresh for the AP-9-Tré
Straight from the motherfuckin' northern Bay
It's The C-L-I-C-K, all off in that anus hole
[Verse 1: B-Legit | E-40 | Both]
Loungin' in the deuce getting wild and loose
A young loc get by fuckin' with St. Ides
Watching my brother 'cause I'm lovin' a pimp
And I can't wait until I learn his limp
So I can walk that walk, mayne, and talk that talk
Sport his clothes and fuck much hoes
'Cause as a youngsta, I never knew Nathan
But I knew a Franklin could get me some dank and
I could get an ounce, break it down to 20s
Make my money back and I still stack plenty
With this attitude, man, dude, I knew (What you knew?)
That I'ma be a Savage in 1992 ('92, '93)
A hog motherfucker, filled with anger
A 30-round clip with one in the chamber
And my mean mug foul, make me look suspicious (Why's that?)
Because I'm way too vicious
[Verse 2: E-40]
Now that I'm doing some things
You know, like running this here rap game
Some ol' scandalous ass motherfucker wanna put dirt in my name
Boy talkin' about E-40 and The Click, they the motherfuckers going around here doing all this damn jackin'
Knowin' we ain't doing nothing but rappin'
We just some rapped out motherfuckers, motherfucker!
Never could be a busta, motherfucker!
Hella folks be lovin' us 'cause we real about this shit
My city is on the map now 'cause of the different style that we spit
Ayy, you want me to spit some shit? Right now?
What you wanna hear? Alright, check it out
Funky fresh for the AP-9-Tré
Straight from the motherfuckin' northern Bay
It's The C-L-I-C-K, all off in that anus hole
[Verse 1: B-Legit | E-40 | Both]
Loungin' in the deuce getting wild and loose
A young loc get by fuckin' with St. Ides
Watching my brother 'cause I'm lovin' a pimp
And I can't wait until I learn his limp
So I can walk that walk, mayne, and talk that talk
Sport his clothes and fuck much hoes
'Cause as a youngsta, I never knew Nathan
But I knew a Franklin could get me some dank and
I could get an ounce, break it down to 20s
Make my money back and I still stack plenty
With this attitude, man, dude, I knew (What you knew?)
That I'ma be a Savage in 1992 ('92, '93)
A hog motherfucker, filled with anger
A 30-round clip with one in the chamber
And my mean mug foul, make me look suspicious (Why's that?)
Because I'm way too vicious
[Verse 2: E-40]
Now that I'm doing some things
You know, like running this here rap game
Some ol' scandalous ass motherfucker wanna put dirt in my name
Boy talkin' about E-40 and The Click, they the motherfuckers going around here doing all this damn jackin'
Knowin' we ain't doing nothing but rappin'
We just some rapped out motherfuckers, motherfucker!
Never could be a busta, motherfucker!
Hella folks be lovin' us 'cause we real about this shit
My city is on the map now 'cause of the different style that we spit
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