Silkk The Shocker - D-Game lyrics

[chorus:] What's up playa? you looking slick with that Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match Check this out here whodi lay on the ground For I show your clown a** how the hot boys sound They going click click blow, blow click click blow, Click click blow, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow that's my style [verse 1:] Popping wit terror take it straight to guns Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run Too much paper here to try and count my ones Over here cross me our hollow wall is young For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's If you counting by the whips than it's eight different flows I'm heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads Too heavy luva, with the c**aine and cars And what I hop in, it's my option To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash [chorus:] What's up playa? you looking slick with that Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match Check this out here whodi lay on the ground For I show your clown a** how the hot boys sound They going click click blow, blow click click blow, Click click blow, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow that's my style [verse 2:] Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag baby You come short, I'm a bust your head baby They name a dope man whodi Yeah that's me, I'm out that 5-0-4 plus that c-p-3 Give me an ounce and i'ma flip it to a brick figga You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga So here's a glock for your chest I mean your tits trigga Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with c**aine I be the richest young soldier in this rap game All my money come in armor trucks More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck You wasn't work, when I was local playa I'm worldwide, you haters can't take it you petrified Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p It's no limit till I die y'all can't get with me [chorus:] What's up playa? you looking slick with that Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match Check this out here whodi lay on the ground For I show your clown a** how the hot boys sound They going click click blow, blow click click blow, Click click blow, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow that's my style [verse 3:] I don't like violence but ha that's no shy logic Don't like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the beat Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach Talking sh** i'ma big spinner so I don't really talk to much Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up See I love my fans but I don't love them haters I don't really like the fame much dog But I show love to paper uh-huh I want something bigger cause I love the dough n***as talk sh**, shaq's out Leave them looking like mugsy bogues Zoom zoom, 1100's I still ride it slow Not the type that's gonna floss But I ain't gonna hide it though Learn the game from my big brother C-e-o now, made man, shocker well..c-e-o sounds We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball You know what's up what us Now what's up with y'all, uh-ha [chorus:] What's up playa? you looking slick with that Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match Check this out here whodi lay on the ground For I show your clown a** how the hot boys sound They going click click blow, blow click click blow, Click click blow, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow that's my style