Wolf Tickets-The Click

Wolf tickets. Yeah, game goes on ni**a And it ain't no myth for the ni**a fifth C-L-I-C-K sh*t up in this b**ch for rich I was told a few hands sellin them wolf tickets Like they gold tryin to be bold So we here to buy a few Cash em in check a chin Cuz hogs play to win So if you doin' alot of baulkin', can't walk that walk Take two steps back and look at yourself Before you wind up in that in that chalk ni**a [D-Shot] 17 from a broken down hood with no dreams The only thing I knew was to form a fat team The Hillside just a small part of the city Where poppin a** gangstas flossin like me See I rap But what I spit gets straight real I serve no wolf tickets Ni**a I will kill Any motherf**ker that step within my boundry When you f**k with me, you f**k with my family [B-Legit] Motherf**kers talk hard But never hit the yard When they car gets snatched Lil' ol batch We can knuckle up take it to the blind Main line livin' got me diggin Tryin not to catch no time They got me locked down cuz I made the dump 17 gettin off ni**a bring the funk And ain't no punk from the start With no love and no heart So ni**a you can sing the part [Chorus] Why is they barkin', knowin they know, Talkin that irrelevant, fat mouth n fo sho, But since they ain't no tellin what jack told Helen What the hell is they Sellin'? Wolf Tickets [E-40] Haters, come out and play-yay And I be waitin' with they Chinese AK-yay But you can't have female dog b**ch in your joints Goin alll about ya way just ta get the brownie points First one to to wolf that sh*t first one to bone and skat like cash Dissin one them hard hoe a** niggas run in packs Hatin on the slusha; just cause he heard that I was thinkin bout throwin me a Testarossa this summer [Suga-T] Yeah, wolf tickets is some silly tricks tryin to be the sh*t Comin' with that sicky-sing sing stupid a** sh*t Soul Train's about to pay me doe So I can skat from Vallejo to the iggity-iggity O Uhh, it's a gang of fools wolfin' tryin to get in for free Sprinkle Me, you see me Suga-T Uhh, might wanna preciate some real sh*t spiggity spit But now fools be straight wolfin' it [Chorus] [B-Legit] I hate the transformin' - Bustas in disguise Don't really know what the f**k is between they thighs To my surprise you've been sleepin with the enemy And at the same time drinkin' on gin with me I cut you loose wasn't f**kin with the extra luggage 90 somethin and you just now gettin' published But you wolfin to the wrong cat I got the hog on my back and body bleeders in my milimeter [E-40] A thir-a thirteen hundred block magazine 40 cookin' cola, A-1, Ice Cream Packages stuffed pineapple, yola, and greens Had a basement full of choppers and Triple Beams In order to spit this type of sh*t you gotta know it, Seen it, did it, lived it, been it No more 7-11 turf burrito chimmy chomas Now we some timahs regular customers at benny dollars Ha, ha yeah I tried to told ya falsified a** niggas that it's goin down, comin up out the V-town You see funk is somethin only a choosen few stand tall through But as you can see we pull hoe cards For you hoe-havin', playa hatin' Mad at the world cause the game is passin them by Top naggas that want to be hard So accept game and stop, look and listen and quit lyin' to kick it and cease on the motherf**ker wolf tickets you know! [Chorus]