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Nasty Boy Klick

Major Ways Lyrics - Nasty Boy Klick

Chorus 

Who said we couldn't drop real hip hop? Clowny muthafuckers from the bottom to 

the top. we bringing heat in a major way, in a major way 

 

Verse 1 

Take it like its force fed I'm the one who put the second 

asshole in your forehead running through your body like 

you 

made for track meets handing out your wack beats to these 

streets now these is where im taking it 'causez these is 

where I 

came from I got my name from I'm trying to make my city 

famous ( G city) now can you blame us I get down with the 

best of 

them I pull my dick out and piss on the rest of them I've 

done 

things that you never ever seen 'causez most of you cats are 

blind 

and fact your wack and cant rap and now you wanna do 

things that Ive done 

never I've just begun. 

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Verse 2 

Who bring the heat to your street is that klick whose 

elite I'm here for hate extermination nastyboy world domination 

No hesitation to rock this whole fucken nation to the tick 

tock I wont stop till I drop these weak MC's who think their 

hot Your not you aint making major moves and got what I got 

Lets get thru the question of whats real hip hop 'causez I 

live it I eat it I dress it what. 

Nbridaz same klick new title back up in the street 

To get my peeps all excited 'causez everybody claiming they 

Gonna put it on the map but I 've heard your shit and that 

Still sound wack. 

 

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Verse 3 I never really been the type to talk a whole 

Lotta shit - but these sorry muthafucas just don't 

I know when da quit, 

Its like the more I give-the more they take, like 

them brand new homes where everything is fake. 

Step the fuck back, who put AZ on the map? 

Hit the charts every time and where the fuck u at 

Damn! I cant stand the way fools keep talkin- use 

All kinda medafors and still sayin nuthin. 

9 rappers outta 10- livin at yo mamas crib, 

got the nerve and wanna talk someshit, 

wanna beez- do ya homework and get some 

paper! Don't hold your breath waitin on the major label. 

 

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