Представляем точный текст композиции "Its All The Same" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Click (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Its All The Same» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Click (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Click (The) - "Its All The Same"
Lyrics to Its All The Same : (feat. Baby (Big Tymers), W.C.) Ha ha, uh Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah Take it to the house Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah Uh-huh, D-Shot [D-Shot] I know ya in the movies and ya pagers goin off You got a call from the boss You seen the code 2-2-3-6, you makin excuse, you got to piss Even though you at the phone dialin all seven digits You got to move with the quickness Before ya dude gets suspicious and shit Get to trippin and shit, get the sock in this bitch Get to turnin Doctor Jekyll on hoes Cause if he flauntin dough, he cant take the blows [W.C.] AY HO! AY HO! (Get em again, get em again) Pick yo celly up, I wanna fuck Ho whats happenin back at cha Get it at cha once the pussy askin You know that ignorant bastard Pockets full of Ziploc bags, its ripped nasty Met you at the Benz dealership in t-shirt and khakis, crafty Over the mic like cookie chips, its the criminal Known for c-walkin in the pussy lips Let them suckers take care of ya ho Like 40, I just wanna click with you and dick you From Cape to the Bay Area, bury ya Flashin the dick in ya tonsils Bend you over and fuck you by my studio counsils Poundin a shady nigga layin the wood Video tapin me hittin it from the back Throwin up the hood, yeah you like that bitch The square ass weights tellin you aint never been choked Or done fucked by a felon, no K-Y jellin Just tryin to inhale it So when ya ready for the real bitch hit me on my cellin [Hook: The Click and (Baby)] It all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) Its all the same (Its all gravy whodi) Wherever we go (Nigga please believe) It all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) Its all the same (Fo sheezy baby) Wherever we go [Suga T] I set rules in this game I pop my bra, I claim fame I do my thug thesis Got the world singin speak of me I do no jockin the clock dont stop clockin Im a top notch and my itenary stay crackin Im mackin boss bitch, hell Im pimpin Im on one, I have no mercy I go sick with it Like Cash Money we click with it, hey hey Super bad, super bad say say [B-Legit] Check the pass man, foot on the gas man I wrap em up in cashmere and trade em for cash man You dig, my sick face down on the side of my hip Im seventeen deep with heat so dont trip I sip malt liquor all of the suds My bomb is e-coli the murderous buds I blaze Philly blunts all in the clubs Keep a bald fade for the bitches to rub I thug for mine thats the difference with me From the ball playinnigga that ya see on tv I Escalade up to the spot on the Hill Fill you up with Hennessey and ecstasy pills Fuck you in the mind if ya just sit still Opened up some game and I let that spill Bitches love playas cause they keep that real The shit is all the same, ya feel Yeah, its all international baby, ya feel [Hook] [E-40] But every time I spit this game These L-I-Ps these niggas know my name You see my name is E-Feezy These hoes be lovin me Ya gotta be a special lady and a very exciting girl Yo Im slammed, lookin savy in the back of the crackhouse In the bathroom choppin up and baggin up my cavy You must be blankin off them blankin thangs Who the fuck you think you dealin with I hold up, I aint gon rescue no bitch Ill slap ya upside ya nooda, bitch Talkin that shit, Ima buy ya ass some Prada Some Norman Camali, the Mazda MX or Miati I aint gon lie you got some good ass lush fire punana But I aint sprung even though you been handlin on Been suckin the peel off the banana with yo big ass lips and gums Swallowin down my cum, runnin around there with yo big ass tongue Youre hangin out your thong You wanna stay with ya hard ass workin baby dada He loves ya dirty draws, hell drink ya bath water Hell let ya ass go clubbin He aint gon be trippin off nothin you mention He know you something He know you cant turn a tramp into a good woman [Hook x2] [ Its All The Same Lyrics ]
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