What's That Clickin' Noise? - Henry Cho

Trying to get my pockets swole, my boy, he called me up and said BONES, we need you on the block, some busters need to see they grave I hopped out the bed and grabbed the dope that's on my nightstand Rolled one up and hopped inside the hoopty, I'll be right there Eyes red, ready to buck, clickin' off them evil blunts Bitches acting super tough 'til they see me steppin' up Me, I hit the corner oh-so hard, my tire damn near popped Then I saw my boy and saw them pussies that was talking hot Threw that bitch in park and hopped out clickin', let the weapon spark Then they got to running while I'm chasing, 'bout to beat the spot Standing over his body, now he crying, shaking, something sweet Slowly dying, I'm replying, "Time to meet the reaper, B" (Fuck around, get your head cracked) Psychopathic maniac (Brains on the pavement) Once I pull it, ain't no comin' back (Fuck around, get your head cracked) Psychopathic maniac (Brains on the pavement) Once I pull it, ain't no comin' back Mister 2-11, comin' straight up out the morgue, ho Stick you for everything you own, but problem is I need more, ho Damn motherfucker tried to play me for a plug, bitch I pull up with demons every night and watch 'em dump clips Pull up when the block is hot (Hot) Lookin' for the cat, don't stop (Stop) You need it done at the bottom, I get it poppin', whatever you want (What?) Lookin' at my face, don't bother me I would never try to go cry to me I cannot give a fuck, ride with the system up, bass in the trunk with a pound or three And it be like that, yeah, yeah Bitch, it be like that, uh Yeah, it be like that, uh, uh What? Ayy, BONES Deergod, bitch

When we punch out at four o'clock, Some of the boys down at the shop, Like to stop at Mojo's an' have a beer or two. They laugh an' make jokes at my expense, 'Cause I go home instead of joinin' in, But I got other things I like to do, yes I do. Now I'm not sayin' I'm better than them, But where they're goin', I've already been. I got a good woman at home waitin' for me, Three little angels, cute as can be. A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat. When the thunder rolls like thunder can, Got a king-size bed we can all fit in, An' the key to happiness under my doormat: What's wrong with that? I used to drwam of bein' rich, While shovelling mud in a rain-soaked ditch. My boots had busted laces an' worn out soles. I used to hang out with the party crowd, An' drank more beer than the law allowed, But that feels like a whole other life ago. Sometimes we still live hand-to-mouth, But I got more blessin's than I count. I got a good woman at home waitin' for me, Three little angels, cute as can be. A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat. When the thunder rolls like thunder can, Got a king-size bed we can all fit in, An' the key to happiness under my doormat: What's wrong with that? It took some time an' a lot of pain, To fin'lly figure out, I can live without anything, Except what's in that house. I got a good woman at home waitin' for me, Three little angels, cute as can be. A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat. When the thunder rolls like thunder can, Got a king-size bed we can all fit in, An' the key to happiness under my doormat: What's wrong with that? (Got a good woman at home waitin' for me.) Yeah, yeah, what's wrong with that. (Three little angels, cute as can be.) Oh, oh, what's wrong with that? (What's wrong with that?) Someone tell me, whoo: Absolutely nothin'!