Joell Ortiz - Clique текст песни

You ain't fucking with my clique
So much they ain't gotta spit, I got this shit
From my pocket, I lift this big and scrib the apocalypse
I'm the freshest with this ink, to stuck up bitches sex me in a blink
Give me neck until I sprinkle, I call that a little something to think
Hood rich, suit of shottie with bodies under the mink
Good chicks, I got a eagle up for birdies, if they up to par
I put a hole in one, I'm on my tiger wood shit
Rubber band grind, fuck your black car dog
I rob your black ass, now that's black on black crime
Southern comfort and lime north
Bubble when the shoppers shit it's summer time

Skully load you think I'm moving time so
Brooklyn and I, …I come from where that boom back
If drums from a new track, or the exchange from 2 ghet
Now…don't do that, I head with cool that
You keep wigging that will give your do rag a new flap
And push your head do back, I'm with the bizness
No throwing led, I'm throwing dough on your head
I said I'm with the bizness, and you know I can't go a whole verse without a
That's my motherfucking shit, you ain't fucking with my clique, clique, clique,
Clack, run your motherfucking shit, homie, come up off that grib, grib, grib
Back to fuck gamble for I spit, prick!