FUN FUN COLOR NIGHTS
Yeah, you can't go mentioning bagels without mentioning the click to the one.
That's just something you can't do.
Come on, yeah.
We got them keys in here.
We blowin' trees in here.
Ask anyone who's here.
We brought the flippin' here.
We knockin' hoes in here.
Ask anyone who's here.
I don't need a pad or a pencil.
Spitfire without a pistol.
And my nigga metal spittin' the missiles.
Don't make an issue.
I don't wanna have to diss you.
You a square, not official.
SpongeBob nigga, I'm sick of you artificial.
This is click one, clipping the gun.
Keep the cushion to blunt.
And keep pushing till they put us in cuffs.
Went from nickel to putting shoes on the truck.
Put some diamonds in the chunk, now they choosin' to fuck I put the city on the map, bitch, so when they ask this
To put it down in Vegas you need to say the click Cause all these other rappers ain't saying shit
Talking about they spraying clips and they ain't did shit I'ma hit you with bricks, you can't flip
And hi, you the king of the city, you can't spit Official as this, a nigga can't quit
Lockin' down my city and they can't tell me shit We got them keys in here We blowin' trees in here Ask anyone who's here
We brought the flippin' here.
We knockin' hoes in here.
Ask anyone who's here.
We got them keys in here.
We blowin' trees in here.
Ask anyone who's here.
We brought the pimp in here.
We knocking hoes in here.
Ask anyone who's here.
I sell my life to the track, you sellin' bubblegum raps How you the king of Las Vegas and your album is trash?
Stop rapping on your records and investing your artists.
Stop fucking up your beats because you're sounding like garbage.
Put your microphone down.
Keep your ass up to poop.
Your old people in your circle scared to tell you the truth.
Well, I'ma keep it
I'ma put you on blast.
Till all these brown-nosing DJs stop kissing your ass.
So the next time they ask you who's the king of the city, you'll say click one.
We're number one.
We're still independent.
Gleek, I won.
We put this city on the map.
Went from selling out the Odyssey to autographing obsidies to selling out the swap meet.
The city is our property.
Kicking in the door, but not no more, because now we got the keys.
Oscar Goodman of the hood, we built the city like Monopoly.
We got them keys in here.
We're blowing trees in here.
Ask anyone who's here.
We brought the flippin' here We knockin' hoes in here Ask anyone who's here
We got them keys in here.
We blowing trees in here.
Ask anyone to share.
We brought the flippin' in.
We knockin' hoes in here.
Ask anyone who's here.
I'll see them off, I'll see them off.
Whatever you want, whatever you need, we got it for sale.
Come with the change.
Whatever you want.
Whatever you need.
Just come with the cheese Whatever you want Whatever you need
Ooh, that shit was tight than a motherfucker long, dawg.
Shit, let's twist to the story, dawg.
We're at a Rillo's, homie.
We need to twist another couple of them bitches up, man.
It's the last one?
Shit.
We already rolled up two bucks?
The boy got it.
Let's go handle that shit, man.
Let's go then, man.
Hell yeah.
