Clak Clak Lyrics - Red Cafe

[Intro] 

Niggaz just love the cash 

Shake down niggaz say yea 

1-9 niggaz love the cash 

H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh 

[Bridge] 

You ain't gotta love what I do, like what I do 

But you gon' respect what I do 

I don't like nothin' about you, frontin' about you 

We gon' get money without you 

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[Verse 1] 

When shake down come through, who you gon' run to? 

Have my money or we gon hunt you 

Clak clak show you what the gun do 

My murder game like a Roy Jones one, two 

Now when the funds due who still gonna front you 

Son dude you might get slumped on a humble 

Might get a stealth torpedo to make you tumble 

Cause hazard to ya hustle 

Knew it wasn't hard to touch you 

Especially when the bark, bark got a muzzle 

And make the sound muffled 

Chah - Chah {*silencer*} Brook-lyn muscle 

Is I, always prepared for scuffles 

You see I must do what I must do 

Niggaz screamin' fuck me, well nigga fuck you! 

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[Chorus] 

May I, keep a little something for the G's 

And, make a few ends while I breeze through 

The late night shift on some late night shit 

On the gangstas roam 

May I, keep a little something for the G's 

And, make a few ends while I breeze through 

The late night shift on some late night shit 

While ya momma ain't home 

[Verse 2] 

My mercedes sittin on AMG's 

Squeeze three 80's 'til they empty 

Seen lately it's a style to hate me 

But even when inside I'm cool like a A/C 

The nickel back sole in the park they paid me 

The PJ's get shot up they blame me 

Ya bitch wanna real nigga, she gon' page me 

I'm the voice of Brooklyn, nigga you crazy 

Questions need to be answered 

Sexy rap niggaz needing a dancer, I'm cancer 

Kill you in a matter of days 

You's a durag nigga that I battled ya ways 

It's inclusive, or shake a slug off, I'm elusive 

Got new guns can't wait to use it 

Although, I step all slow 

Get respect also, hold Tech's I'm all-pro 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge] 

[Verse 3] 

Now we official, I'll address my issues 

Either comply or I twist you, simple 

Hardrock, been livin' on Hard Knock 

Hate a bitch nigga that car hop, no 

The dashboard in my BM, kinda confusing 

Head game on my BM, cause confusion 

I pump rock myself, like the infusion 

Shake down got pink but not an illusion 

[Chorus]