Boss Baller - The Click

That blunt ain’t nuttin’nice man

Peep game though

Yeah (*Coughing*)

Shit

One mo’spot

For the nigga named Shot

With the D in the front

Time to give 'em what they want

Hoes wanna affiliate they self with the shot caller

Cause they know I’m a baller

I’m representin’nathan but the V Click shit, E-40 and B Legit, now we might clip some shit

And to you tramp ass hoes it goes something like this

You can call me on the under

But you can never meet Shot on that alias number

The hoes ball down to my SC 4 double 0

But what they don’t know

A motherfuckin’thang about D-Shot

Cause he’s got way mo’knots than a d-spot

A boss baller comin’out the V The D to the S to the H-O-T

Who knows a motherfuckin’thang about D-Shot

Cause he’s got way mo’knots than a d-spot

A boss baller comin’out the V The D to the S to the H-O-T

I break niggas like bitches in a game of craps

No screws on my cruise but a gang of straps

It ain’t my fault, I ain’t trippin’like I try to tell hoes

At the club on my knock it’s them Streisdale hoes

Six-footer on the scale she’s a 1−6-0

Big shot from the block fixin’to knock this ho At the club way perved on some shit E hooked

Me and V was choppin’game about this bitch I shook

Chased her through the town like a young greyhound

Shot caller gettin’ghost bitch I’m out this town

Hurricane in my system makes my Lexus run

You can call me on the under bitch but you gets none

Now let you tellit D-Shot is a big fella

A Click fella, at 2−6-0 I’m a thick fella

And my side hogs and my dogs know the rest

When funk was on I wore a triple X vest

In the drought season I went rock for rock

I guess that’s why they say I knock harder than a d-spot

And hoes ooh I’m on them sluts and tramps

You can ride on my trunk just don’t blow up my amps

But never shotgun Shot don’t have one to fit a gender

Six-foot breakin’she’s a bender

Tryin’to chase the coupe as I smob through the V Punk ass ho you don’t know a thing about me