THE CLICK - Wolf Tickets lyrics

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Wolf tickets..

Yeah, game goes on nigga

And it ain't no myth for the nigga fifth

C-L-I-C-K shit up in this bitch for rich

I was told a few hands sellin them wolf tickets

Like they gold tryin to be bold

So we here to buy a few

Cash em in check a chin

Cuz hogs play to win

So if you doin' alot of baulkin', can't walk that walk

Take two steps back and look at yourself

Before you wind up in that in that chalk nigga

[D-Shot]

17 from a broken down hood with no dreams

The only thing I knew was to form a fat team

The Hillside just a small part of the city

Where poppin ass gangstas flossin like me

See I rap

But what I spit gets straight real

I serve no wolf tickets

Nigga I will kill

Any motherfucker that step within my boundry

When you fuck with me, you fuck with my family

[B-Legit]

Motherfuckers talk hard

But never hit the yard

When they car gets snatched

Lil' ol batch

We can knuckle up take it to the blind

Main line livin' got me diggin

Tryin not to catch no time

They got me locked down cuz I made the dump

17 gettin off nigga bring the funk

And ain't no punk from the start

With no love and no heart

So nigga you can sing the part

[Chorus]

Why is they barkin', knowin they know,

Talkin that irrelevant, fat mouth n fo sho,

But since they ain't no tellin what jack told Helen

What the hell is they Sellin'?

Wolf Tickets

[E-40]

Haters, come out and play-yay

And I be waitin' with they Chinese AK-yay

But you can't have female dog bitch in your joints

Goin alll about ya way just ta get the brownie points

First one to to wolf that shit first one to bone and skat like cash

Dissin one them hard hoe ass niggas run in packs

Hatin on the slusha; just cause he heard that

I was thinkin bout throwin me a Testarossa this summer

[Suga-T]

Yeah, wolf tickets is some silly tricks tryin to be the shit

Comin' with that sicky-sing sing stupid ass shit

Soul Train's about to pay me doe

So I can skat from Vallejo to the iggity-iggity O

Uhh, it's a gang of fools wolfin' tryin to get in for free

Sprinkle Me, you see me Suga-T

Uhh, might wanna preciate some real shit spiggity spit

But now fools be straight wolfin' it

[Chorus]

[B-Legit]

I hate the transformin' - Bustas in disguise

Don't really know what the fuck is between they thighs

To my surprise you've been sleepin with the enemy

And at the same time drinkin' on gin with me

I cut you loose wasn't fuckin with the extra luggage

90 somethin and you just now gettin' published

But you wolfin to the wrong cat

I got the hog on my back and body bleeders in my milimeter

[E-40]

A thir-a thirteen hundred block magazine

40 cookin' cola, A-1, Ice Cream

Packages stuffed pineapple, yola, and greens

Had a basement full of choppers and Triple Beams

In order to spit this type of shit you gotta know it,

Seen it, did it, lived it, been it

No more 7-11 turf burrito chimmy chomas

Now we some timahs regular customers at benny dollars

Ha, ha yeah I tried to told ya falsified ass niggas

that it's goin down, comin up out the V-town

You see funk is somethin only a choosen few stand tall through

But as you can see we pull hoe cards

For you hoe-havin', playa hatin'

Mad at the world cause the game is passin them by

Top naggas that want to be hard

So accept game and stop, look and listen and quit lyin' to kick it

and cease on the motherfucker wolf tickets you know!!!!!!

[Chorus]