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    Clika One / Lyrics

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    "Stress" Lyrics

    Clika One

    [Bad Boy]
    Stressful day and stressful nights
    It's big bad ass Clika gang
    With the boss Frost
    Just to put it down, for the year 2 G's
    It's on

    [Verse 1: Bad Boy]
    Hopin' to God, to let me
    Live, for my kids (That's right)

    I've seen enough, since Do Or Die
    I realized to change directions
    Through my buddha high
    Through my depressions
    I'm asking questions, through the lessons
    Hoping to get it on, and hit the bong, we rest
    It's ghetto buddha blessin'
    Stressin', hopin'
    To get out
    See, fuck with coke, went to the pen
    But then again, I see the reasons
    That we had, to get it in
    But now, we look for, better friends
    A better life, I'm livin' in
    Scene causes drama, but my mom
    She says it makes us better men
    So let it in
    We use mistakes to take us

    To a better place
    Cause life's a blast, keep it on safety
    Cause it's better safe, wastin' ya life
    Lettin' it drain
    Just hopin' for the rain
    There is no way in life
    You'll get happiness
    Not without the pain
    And it's a shame
    But then it came, I heard someone say
    "Even though things was hard
    I was givin' a blessin' from God
    Destined to be a star"
    I'm hard when tested
    Bulletproof vested
    No need
    When blessed, homie protected
    I'm loco when I'm stressin'

    Chorus: Bad Boy
    I'm ridin' (Ride)
    Smokin' on some weed (Weed)
    Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)
    I'm happy just to breathe (You think they don't know)
    I'm ridin' (Ride)
    Smokin' on some weed (Weed)
    Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)
    I'm happy just to breathe (True, sho')
    I'm ridin' (Ride)
    Smokin' on some weed (Weed)
    Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)
    I'm happy just to breathe (They don't care about what's going on)
    I'm ridin' (Ride)
    Smokin' on some weed (Weed)
    Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)
    I'm happy just to breathe (To breathe)

    Repeat Chorus

    [Verse 2: Frost]
    For ten years now, I been in the game
    Still suckers out there, tryin' to shame my name
    Cock back the revolver
    Out the game
    Up in this bitch for financial gain, shit
    Tell me that money don't grow on trees
    It does when you break it down to pounds of ki's
    D's and V's
    Hoes and G's
    And a man conecta, overseas
    So do that shit
    Put in work
    Me and the Clika doin' dirt
    Bitch made hoes off showing skirts
    Left for dead with their feelings hurt
    Motherfuckers out there, look to top the game
    A shit, when it lit, but it ain't no thang
    Together, locotes, they love to bang
    Little nuts can't compare, to the ones, that hang
    So little G's learn, what the O.G.'s teach you
    Whatever you do, don't let the cold G's reach you
    Stay strapped with the gat in ya lap
    In the 'Llac, cause they motherfuckers out to beat you
    The money, the power, the pussy for us
    Jealousy, greed
    Next man's lust
    The reason I'm a (???) cuete can't rust
    Is I don't know when I'm a, have to bust
    With no one to turn
    And no one trust
    I stay strapped with my, bulletproof vest
    Thinkin' that they tryin' to put me to rest
    Hit me hard, between the chest
    But I got a, little kid to look after
    And if I die
    Then my child'll be a bastard

    Repeat Chorus

    [Verse 3: Romero]
    We willin' in dealin' and chillin' like villians
    And thuggin' and luggin' and constantly clubbin'
    We mobbin' and robbin' and slangin' the chronic
    My shit is the bombest, when it make you vomit
    So take you a strong hit
    Roll it or toke it, I'll loan you a bong hit
    I'll hold it the longest
    Til I'm black and I'm blue, and I look like a zombie
    Back the fuck off
    In Resident Evil
    My lyrics'll teach you, we crazy ass people
    We don't give a fuck
    My presence is eagle
    To anyone rappin', we tossin' it up
    Load a .40 in the stress, the boys doing gecko
    They learnin' they lesson, they takin' the pressure
    The reason I'm rappin', to bring you the message
    My wrong and my rights, can't live with regrets
    Compulsion, a threat
    Two blunts when the tears fall, buried
    Homies are pouring out beer
    So light a fat leno and howl at the moon
    We getting fucked up til the day of the doom
    From the womb to the tomb, from Burke to Cali
    From Vegas to Dallas, the north and south alley
    If my dad was alive, then I know he'd be proud of me
    Hauling the rats, with this lyrical slaughter me
    Those who forgotten me, never be part of me
    Step out the nuts and just back the fuck off
    The big baddest Clika and Mr. Bigg Frost
    I'll walk til I rot and I'll die for the cause
    I lived as a bastard, I'll blast if I have to
    A thug with a passion, with manic depression
    Lord, could you please, just send me a blessin'
    I'm down on my knees and I'm sort of like stressin'

    Repeat Chorus

    [Verse 4: Brown]
    Attacking the bitch with a mack in a back
    In a mob lab, I'm out to mackin' 'em up
    With a gun, bub, motherfucker, trust me
    Respect the name, before we test your name
    And gangbang on your motherfuckin' homies
    A homie once told me, "Never trust a hoe
    Cause that bitch is a motherfuckin' phony"
    Got to put it down for the homies, in the low-low's
    With the .44's, drinking 40's
    And all the shaved heads know me, O.G.'s
    To the young ones with the guns
    Buckin', smokin' somethin', fussin'
    Everyday hustlin', to them busters
    Lyrical gang bangs we floss on 'em
    Hit 'em in the body with a bomb on 'em
    Mad dawg ain't fin to run up on the bomb
    And let the twelve gauge do the talkin'
    You walkin' a thin line, do or die, ridin' high
    Throwin' up a sign when you ridin' by
    These motherfuckers must be ready to die
    With that chrome .45 to the side
    And this life is a God damn shame
    But the game, it still remains the same
    And some of your daddies, they gangbanged in the 80's
    Comin' through the same thangs
    To movin' them thangs, regardless of pain
    Been out for the fame, monetary gain
    Through the car and rain
    We maintain, and quick to take aim
    To blow out your fuckin' brains
    Anybody's insane, when needed
    Pavement's bleedin'
    Facin' our enemies weeded
    The nine millimenter, you need me, sent you to sin
    Days that we livin' in, so I'm smoked out

    Repeat Chorus Twice

    [Bad Boy]
    Don't need no more stress in my life (Stress in my life...)
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
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