Letras:
Click Five The Let Me Roll It

Let me roll it Let me roll it to you Let me roll it Let me roll it to you I cant tell you how I feel My heart is like a wheel Let me roll it Let me roll

me and in my car is a continental tea and my broad in that continental suite with the armadell rollin up dutches like that motherfuckers beef with the kid click-clack motherfuckers let

who after me, the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me. [Verse 5: Master P] UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me, real niggaz an bitches get

in my Five Double-O If you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it Come get it. And

out me murder tools East 99 style, fools. Me put it in mind on murderin' you, followin' whenever me murderous trues. Niggas that claim to bang bang, when it

[Intro 2] (Let's) Ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get

: [Black Child] Uh huh, we did it Motherfucker Somebody gotta do it It gotta get done, why not get it done with the gun? Word to god Yo yo yo Chorus

chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic 900-Hustler, you pass it around Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension

ll die for my muthafucking click! For my click! I bust heads with my muthafucking click! With my click! If a nigga talk shit, Watch my shit go click! Click, click, click, click