Lirieke:
The Click The Dope Track

them faulty chip burnouts [Chorus:] On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track

fools who wanna get dumb enough Now that you know like that These niggaz come around, they don't know how to act, in fact I'm at the track in tha back

a hustler and once again it's on I still got money buried in my backyard I'm bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don My shit's so dope when you smoke

barely get beef now My shit in the stoes (stores) now Rollin' wit the pros now Cause my shit is sellin' like the Ralph Lauren clothes now Clicked up wit Dirt now, people do my track

real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [

'em nervous with hoes packin' gats in they candy sprayed purses Fresh off a 2 piece smelling like a pick it's that bandana swinger from the number 1 click

To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't

The blind mice couldn't read braille They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo Popo's gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks

up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click