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the click - victor baron lyrics

[e-40 talking]
testing, testing…testing testing
uh, sick wid it, sick wid it
707, sick wid it records, sick wid it
cl!ck sh-t, cl!ck sh-t n-gga
cl!ck sh-t, cl!ck sh-t n-gga
cl!ck sh-t, cl!ck sh-t n-gga

[e-40]
skit, sk-nk, ska-dattle, made ya truck rattle
grimey on the grind, extra dark like a shadow
money on my mind, g’s to stack
26 glock nine split ya wig back
i gotta pocket full of duckets
you about to get off all nuggets
gutter ghetto, money by the sewer
broccoli head, lookin’ kind of super
life, right, almost white
she had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
she said don’t stop, i said alright
humongous -ss, i punched the gas
and my speed racer go fast, super-endurance
souped up with a kit, high-performance
gettin’ scratched off the block
alpine, foxgate, monster cables, speakers
and woofers the whole doo-wop
yeah, skee-skirt eeh-skirt hop a lil’ way and mo’ turf
lil’ mama said “cool i like that south sh-t”
but i’m really off that 40 and the cl!ck
don’t you got a friend girl about the same height
you know two thongs don’t make a dyk-
two thongs don’t make my night
let’s get up out of dodge
me and yo friend girlfriend…econo lodge

[hook: e-40]
why you bullsh-ttin’ you need to stop starin’
as you peekin’ i’m speakin’ i’m seein’
you need to lose what you wearin’
lil’ mama you got that victor baron

[b-legit]
girl i’mma fool with it, h-lla laced up and cool with it
went to school with it, never did get to hit it
mixed weight, played for the tennis team
a lil’ grain we weighed upon my triple beam
full of schemes with dreams to be a boss
candy colored and b-ttered, cameras turn soft
gettin’ off, my nina ross spit the venom
f-ck b-tches at lunch with days lit em’ up
start sendin’ em’ now i’m gettin’ ends from em’
even friends of em’ lines of tens of em’
i’m tryin’ to win something, baby can i talk to you
what with you, is it mildew or barbecue
she worked back, asked me how i’m gon’ act
you wasn’t with me way back when the albums flat
remember that yeah but now it’s flarin’
got me starin’ baby got that victor baron
i ain’t carin’ if ya boyfriend live with ya
i’m out to get ya, hit ya, and take the picture
post you up on the internet dot com
lil’ baby got the bomb

[hook x2: e-40, b-legit]
why you bullsh-ttin’ you need to stop starin’
is ya peekin’ or speakin’ i’m seein’
you need to lose what ya wearin’
lil’ mama you got that victor baron

[d-shot]
i see ya creepin’ but she ain’t speakin’
steppin’ through the club, laughin’ and sneakin’
but you keep puttin’ yourself in the angles of the eyesight of me
now i gots to go real deep
deep, deep, deep into my game zone
cause i’m peel her and take her to my home
toss her up, toss her up with the agility of a big body
look b-tch i thought you knew this was my hobby

[b-legit]
you know i ran mine straight, don’t f-ck with punk b-tches
h-lla vicious, tradin’ st-tches for the riches
if it itches my left hand we gon’ get it
keep her fitted, make n-ggas wanna hit it
and when they visit p-ss go and pay a fee
they be thankin’ me, baby keep bankin’ me
kind of stankin’ you know how these hoes be
but this b-tch got that v

[e-40]
v as in victor, capri jeans fit her
have to pick her, thicker than a q-sized n-gga
a church girl, used to like to read the bible
turned out wanna f-ck me on her menstral cycle
high-powered spit from the lungs
suck d-ck like an ol’ lady al gums
sweetheart ain’t no comparin’
you got that victor baron

[hook x2: e-40]
why you bullsh-ttin’ you need to stop starin’
as you peekin’ i’m speakin’ i’m seein’
you need to lose what you wearin’
lil’ mama you got that victor baron

[the cl!ck talking]
man that victor baron is serious dog, ya know
that sh-t is so potent, know what i mean
what, that bomb sh-t
hey you know i was with that vietnamese
and bright skin last night right, right
suck a n-gga real proper like right, right
sh-t was way cool n-gga
hey it wasn’t no victor though n-gga
that sh-t was victor baron n-gga
hey look here ol’ boy
i had an epsode the other day right
i mean the b-tch, i mean i stuck the sh-t in right
and the b-tch just clamped on my sh-t real tough
ya know what i’m sayin’ right
then i pulled my sh-t out right
next thing ya know h-lla rain came out her crevice an sh-t
that b-tch had some victor baron
victor baron -ss p-ssy, oh boy oh boy
i knocked the breeze on the ocean the other night
ya understand, till she slide off
had me hittin’ that p-ssy real deep
yeah, was it victor, it was victor
you know what i mean it was live
victor baron man, victor what
victor baron man, victor who
that’s smob

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