Click Click - Lyrics - Da Wild Boyz

[CHORUS x2] Anytime you come to New York City Click, click Juvey money, give me your *** Click, click Even if I catch you in the ride, you robbed All y'all *** gonna die word born [Ms. Cali] I'm an east coast *** Pull, ***, spit Hot boys *** Straight, run your *** Bling, bling Yeah i want the rolex and chains Medallions and rings Bracelets and earrings Comin' up north Stuntin', *** we gunnin' Hit y'all for somethin' Hit y'all for frontin' *** cat mark from the blocks where i be at Juvenile'll get slapped Bet u understand that B.G., I got you Dope needle pop you Stompin' with big dogs Lil' Wayne wrong game Hop turn south My click still rocks Eat your face New York Style, you'll get it in streets New getty the streets Beat your head to a break beat *** B.G. I'll merk Juvenile Lil' Wayne, you still a child Stay in your place, Fo' i empty in you face You *** cats get mashed out, catch you in my city Don't check um, lay em down, hit em, buck 50 Ear to ear Bring yo monkey *** up here B.G., them lips, hammers pushed through your *** Up against the wall, bling, comin' off your wrist Face that wall, where yo chopper now *** Runnin' now trick, it's New York City We don't play fair ***, we get gritty *** New York ha Slick talk ha Quick talk ha We gone *** you ha Y'all been played out Lungs hanging out Eyes open war You gone die in New York [chorus x2] What kinda boy put a glock in your head What kinda boy make sure you dead (wodie) What kinda boy take it off your wrist Shove the fifth through your lips Slap the *** out yo chick (wodie) What kinda boy run New York with thugs See them Hotboy *** fill 'em up with slugs (wodie) What kinda boy run with cats in the south See Juvenile and Wayne, put the gat in they mouth (wodie) What kinda boy can't respect B.G. With them big *** lips, how that *** gone speak (wodie) What kinda *** wild out in the club Signing Hotboy shows, just to stick 'um up (wodie) We don't like y'all *** for real We catch you in New York, click click you deals (wodie) What kinda boy catch Wayne on my girl Put the heat into his braids, give that *** the curl Boy you got that watch on Gat you up Boy you got that ice on Gat you up You got a 30 mil' deal huh Gat you up You don't know about the real huh Gat you up My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what) My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what) My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what) My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what) My glock is hot [chorus x2] Wild Boyz run up in your studio *** Let me catch you in New York on some hot boy *** I'ma *** you, y'all *** can't come up here We got *** in the hoop, that make y'all disappear It's war son, beef, I'ma burn your flesh Since y'all wanna be hot, we gone burn you to death Juv, you think its sweet, since the hot *** We gone cool you ***, on some gun bust *** We gone rock you ***, on some N.Y. *** Let us out, but y'all *** can't come and chill If we see you, pull ill, chase you, clips spill *** U Understand that, clack up, done deal Break y'all crack, corny *** for this here Y'all set it off, get your city, come up here Bury y'all ***, hands tied, butt *** The block hot Wayne, show yo young *** the pain Catch yo potnas ***, word to mind itll *** All y'all cowards, gun lead showers Got a *** with a ***, face *** y'all for hours [chorus x2] [Talking] Look y'all cats is assed. Y'all *** can't rhyme. How you gone settle on my click. You can't come to New York, no more. We see you it's on. You can't come to Brooklyn, We'll rob you and send yo *** back in a box. You can't come to the Bronx, We'll stomp you the *** out, muthafucka. Any one of the bubbles, y'all barred. You barred from the capital of the world, muthafucka. We catch you in Jersey, we gone gang up on you ***, Take your cars and break your jaws. It's over, see let's get um. Wild Boyz lock this. My click in the south, we gone air y'all out. New York, Jersey, Connecticut, Y'all *** is disconnected from here. Holla back. Mannie Fresh, Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, B.G., And the rest of y'all non-rappin' *** ***. We gone *** over all y'all. Y'all ain't Cash Money, y'all crash dummies. That's my word, Wild Boyz, east and south connection. Rest of you muthafuckas stay out my muthfuckin' business, You heard me. What, what up, Wild Boyz My glock is hot, my glock is hot My glock is hot, my glock is hot My glock is hot, my glock is hot My glock is hot, my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....N-Y-C is hot ....New Jersey's hot ....Connecticut is hot ....So whatcha got ....My glock is hot ....My glock is hot