The Dope Track - The Click

Anything that my AK bullets hit take off a portion

Knock yo' head off your shoulder like the Headless Horsemen

Shit can get stanky like a poot

My ex-bitch, used to be cute

On the dope track, mayhem and drama

Where the — coke dealers sell crack to they mama

Killers keep they silence

Automatic choppers, throw-aways, police sirens

I’m out here gettin' my fetti, y’all niggas playin'

I’m out here havin' money, why you pro shadin'?

Talkin' about you poe, trickin' off your change

Layin' up with that hoe, playin' them mind games

I got it stitched up like a tailor

When we at war, I call my favor

Party on they boss, the rest gon' flake

Take his head off, have 'em cryin' at the wake

Wake up, man I miss you…

Tito, bring me some tissue

The bu-uh-bully of the bliznock, hella game!

Sittin' on buttons pullin' up in a wideframe!

Don’t get it twiznil, I don’t throw all my weight around with false force though

Come for me and catch a hot one in your torso

Survivin' in them droughts (in them droughts)

Conductin' business on them faulty chip burnouts

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

Engine pullies, tier detergent, soap powder

On top of oil stains in my driveway (in my driveway)

No Christmas goodies, just standin' in line at the Salivation Army

(Beotch!) Turf war discussions, bosses fussin'

(Over a bitch?) Yeah, funkin' over nothin’s

Paint a portroit of me tiznimin', griznindin' doin' my thing

Lookin' out for SWAT, the Special Weapons And Tactics team

On the dope track, Crown Victorias and walkie-talkies

Hubbahead, tweakers, droners, drifters, zombies

Be knockin' on my bedroom window!

While I’m posted up smokin' my indo!

Needs ya, Victor Baron

Stitchin' ki’s up, duct tape tearin'

Foil, powder, yowder

When there’s a driznought we serve 'em flour

(We serve 'em flour, beotch!)

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

The batter ram, robe, socks

German Shepherds, task force, cops

Back and forth pacin' (Back and forth doin' what?)

Hella pissed 'cause they came up with nathin'

I think somebody snitchin', that ain’t cool

I think I got a (what?) leak in my pool

I can lick my own bliznow, say…

Y’all woulda caught me if y’all woulda came yesterday

Which was welfare day, government pay, the block be a fool

But the narks be havin' hella niggas flushin' illegal substance down the stool

I’m a mess (I'm a mess)

Shake my palm with your right hand nigga not your left

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through

On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through