Clack Clack (feat. Akon, Sandman & Young Handsome) - Jim Jones

Diles que ya vuelvo mamá Que salí a la calle a rapear Dicen que nos quieren matar No me paro de preocupar, no ¿Hablas en serio? (¿Qué?) ¿Me quieren matar con eso? Hablan de pistola y calle De que van tras de mis huesos Me estoy rascando los huevos mirando otra serie en Netflix Que habla sobre una carcel llena de mujeres sexis A mi me pela la verga mi compa y le hace como quiera Yo ando con el Mascaras soltando flow en la azotea Si hasta cuando trae diarrea mi culo hace mejor mierda No me quieras enseñar de flow Yo bateo hasta con la izquierda Hablan de fusca y bazucas Que se culeron a cuarenta rucas Que tienen putas por todo el país Y que fuman hachis del que fumaba Tupac Que son sicarios y que matan gente Que ya esa vida los dejo dementes Yo solo sé que me pelan la riata Santa y el Mascaras atentamente Hablale a Buda y a Ra A Jesucristo y Jehová A Kris, dios de la guerra A Zeus, Apolo y demás Ve y dile a Atena que traiga unas nenas Que esta noche hay fiesta Fiesta pagana, dos parras pa' que amanezca Diles que ya vuelvo mamá Que salí a la calle a rapear Dicen que nos quieren matar No me paro de preocupar, no Click clack, pum pum Aguas nos quieren matar Click clack, pum pum Que nos quieren degollar Click clack, pum pum Ellos no paran de soñar Click clack, pum pum Hoy les vamos a enseñar Me voy de la casa Con plomo, feria y plata Con marihuana aquí en mi bolsa Un besito mamá Camisetas dobladas Mamá me llevo mis alas Y me arranco pa' las nubes Si escucho las balas Bulet, bulet Es el sonido de mi cuerno Bulet, bulet Eso es el cielo del infierno Esto es pa' mi país Y pa' los niños del maíz Esto lo canto pa' mayestras y mayestros Sueltame, sueltame puerco Revoluciones culero Madre zapatista, mi pader pistolero Oh, sangre de Cristo, triste pa' mis enemigos Los mato con éxito con sonrisa y estilo Anillos de plata Sombrero de mariachi Guayaderas mis natas queman tripas de puro hachis Yo San Andreas, te secuetro, soy águila Te apuesto que pierdes contra el Mascaras Diles que ya vuelvo mamá Que salí a la calle a rapear Dicen que nos quieren matar No me paro de preocupar, no Click clack, pum pum Aguas nos quieren matar Click clack, pum pum Que nos quieren degollar Click clack, pum pum Ellos no paran de soñar Click clack, pum pum Hoy les vamos a enseñar Diles que ya vuelvo mamá Que salí a la calle a rapear Dicen que nos quieren matar No me paro de preocupar, no (Click clack, pum pum) Cerbatanas y escopetas (Click clack, pum pum) Rifles en mi camioneta (Click clack, pum pum) Santa R-M neta (Click clack, pum pum) Máscaras y el profetas

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)