Letras:
The Click The Dope Track

them faulty chip burnouts [Chorus:] On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track

up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click

get dumb and numb Now, that you know like that These niggas come around, they don't know how to act In fact, I'm at the track in the back With a couple

this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this Livin amuk, never givin a fuck Gimme the keys I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck But I smoke dope

, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] For niggaz up in they mom's crib listenin To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was then Instead a, me on this track on this

That i dig Just for them Yes it is (project pat) Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks Puttin' bitches in there clicks Kaze in this motherfuck Down we prophet click

im high Feelin' high Mained on my doggy style (playa fly) Fly so high in funkytown Mega blunts i gotta smoke Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin' Blowin' heavy holy dope

yes y'all, to my niggas y'all To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit

got'em nervous with hoes packin' gats in they candy sprayed purses Fresh off a 2 piece smelling like a pick it's that bandana swinger from the number 1 click