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  • Main » F » Fabolous » Click & Spark Lyrics
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    Posted: 28.07.2004
    Views: 146
    [dj clue]
    Dj clue, desert storm
    You know how we do things
    Right now, whachu bout to hear
    Whachu bout to witness
    [fabolous]
    F a b o l o u s
    [clue]
    Come on, my man fabolous, the album, ghetto fabolous
    Come on man!

    [fabolous]
    Uh, come on
    My gun go click and spark
    Don't leave witnesses to point me out on one o six and park
    Son those slick remarks
    Gon' get you, bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!)
    Ya walk through my peas and carrots
    Rind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots
    Ya team wanna beef
    Thats when i screw the muzzle on the tip and strap the beam underneath
    When i ride through, ya dont see no lid
    I put snipers on the roof like nino did
    All it takes is some see no slid
    And have you on the news askin anyone, if they seen yo kid
    I dont scream it in a rough tone
    But i got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of puff combs
    Every hustler on this planet had
    Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga

    Uh, yea
    F a b, o l o u s
    Yea, fo real

    [verse 2]
    These niggaz gots to be punched
    Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch
    If i let this diablo door raid
    I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like diallos doorway
    See i know all yay, we buy ours pure-yay
    We waitin on boats, these guys know broadway
    Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya benz
    See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin
    No you cant take the coupe wit ditches
    Cause when i hit the highway, it always makes the croup suspicous
    Please, i get my dollar from the hersey
    I'm on that fly gangsta shit, i pop the collar on my jersey
    You know i got the heat the way the vanson is bendin
    Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin'
    Who else can it be spellin it at them
    You have them tappin they friend like
    'i'm tellin you thats him', stupid