Silkk The Shocker - D-game Lyrics
[chorus:]What's up playa? you looking slick with thatHundred g chain with the bracelet to matchCheck this out here whodi lay on the groundFor i show your clown ass how the hot boys soundThey going click click blow, blow click click blow,Click click blow, blow click click blowClick click blow, blow click click blowClick click blow, blow that's my style[verse 1:]Popping wit terror take it straight to gunsOr we could keep it corporate give up your block and runToo much paper here to try and count my onesOver here cross me our hollow wall is youngFor our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blowIf you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0'sNow i'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0'sIf you counting by the whips than it's eight different flowsI'm heavy luva, with the diamonds and broadsToo heavy luva, with the cocaine and carsAnd what i hop in, it's my optionTo shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash[chorus:]What's up playa? you looking slick with thatHundred g chain with the bracelet to matchCheck this out here whodi lay on the groundFor i show your clown ass how the hot boys soundThey going click click blow, blow click click blow,Click click blow, blow click click blowClick click blow, blow click click blowClick click blow, blow that's my style[verse 2:]Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag babyYou come short, i'm a bust your head babyThey name a dope man whodiYeah that's me, i'm out that 5-0-4 plus that c-p-3Give me an ounce and i'ma flip it to a brick figgaYou got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figgaHit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfiggaSo here's a glock for your chest i mean your tits triggaImagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaineI be the richest young soldier in this rap gameAll my money come in armor trucksMore cars, more houses, more freaks to pluckYou wasn't work, when i was local playaI'm worldwide, you haters can't take it you petrifiedThen let me lose after i reveal thuggin with pIt's no limit till i die y'all can't get with me[chorus:]What's up playa? you looking slick with thatHundred g chain with the bracelet to matchCheck this out here whodi lay on the groundFor i show your clown ass how the hot boys soundThey going click click blow, blow click click blow,Click click blow, blow click click blowClick click blow, blow click click blowClick click blow, blow that's my style[verse 3:]I don't like violence but ha that's no shy logicDon't like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of itJust to make money off tha street na, i make it off the beatWalk my rott off the leash right off the beachTalking shit i'ma big spinner so i don't really talk to muchGot guns, really big ones, think rap softens us upSee i love my fans but i don't love them hatersI don't really like the fame much dogBut i show love to paper uh-huhI want something bigger cause i love the doughNiggas talk shit, shaq's outLeave them looking like mugsy boguesZoom zoom, 1100's i still ride it slowNot the type that's gonna flossBut i ain't gonna hide it thoughLearn the game from my big brotherC-e-o now, made man, shocker well..c-e-o soundsWe the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ballYou know what's up what usNow what's up with y'all, uh-ha[chorus:]What's up playa? you looking slick with thatHundred g chain with the bracelet to matchCheck this out here whodi lay on the groundFor i show your clown ass how the hot boys soundThey going click click blow, blow click click blow,Click click blow, blow click click blowClick click blow, blow click click blowClick click blow, blow that's my style