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lirik lagu the click – daily routine

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[verse 1: b-legit]
sh-t gets in funky in the deuce
they wanna catch a n-gga like legitimate loose
i keep a sprayer, player, and that’s on the gooch
‘cause n-ggas nowadays be missin’ on a fluke
legit, b-tch, and yeah, i’m down
strikin’ like a match, mayne, back to the town
thinkin’ of the days when i was grindin’ in slums
hillside, cali, mayne, servin’ ‘em love
and $19.50 wasn’t getting you sh-t
you needed 20 bucks to f-ck with a hit
you never seen a big n-gga run so fast
four white men in a van yell “task”
on that -ss but i’m out
and n-gga i doubt if the one-times could find my route
runnin’ through the v splish-splashin’
i hit the picket fences, threw my stash in
two par nine and eleven be hatin’ her
n-gga like legit, ‘cause sh-t, i’ll be shakin’ her
roll it one time for the green, you know what i mean?
it’s just my daily routine

(“brothas gettin’ bored from the daily routine”)
(“brothas gettin’ bored from the daily routine”)

[verse 2: b-legit]
i’m a danksta, right? the gangsta type
to mob on rally’s with the gangsta whites
beanie cap fouls with my mug on mean
and cleaner than a n-gga ridin’ vogues and zeens
vogues out low ‘cause legit rides slow
full of the dank ‘cause i can do that, though
scope the whole block and then i bump the sounds
by-nines hittin’ like 15’s now
homies givin’ it up when i’m seen on site
i might give it back or just show i’m tight
stop at the light like the car’s in park
slappin’ it low and let the cut’ dog bark
outta there rollin’, left the homies sprung
plus the doobie i was smoking was burning my thumb
with that, i’m out, and off the scene
and back to the track, mayne, ‘cause it’s a daily routine

(“brothas gettin’ bored from the daily routine”)
(“brothas gettin’ bored from the daily routine”)
(“brothas gettin’ bored from the daily routine”)
(“brothas gettin’ bored from the daily routine”)

[verse 3: b-legit]
early morning call for the wake
i gotta get dressed, and go and cop a cake
beeper going off about a thousand times straight
the brothas buying o’s on the block can’t wait
so i’m on the mix, and bringing it back
hard white solid good a-1 yack
comin’ through slammin’ at your porch side
i was even droppin’ beat in the northside
so ask any fiend ‘cause i’m sure he heard
the cl!ck crew n-ggas was servin’ them birds
rollin’ on the cuts with the boom bam boom
and taking all b-tches to the motel room
or either at the condo with the kenwood loud
and smoking more dank than the law would allow
the b-tches did the dishes and washed the clothes
we even had hoes who shined up vogues
mobbed around town like a candidate
getting h-lla dank on the interstate
whatever it takes to make or stack me some green
i was wit’ it, mayne, ‘cause it’s my daily routine