Cloutville, by Cypher Clique

Cloutville

by Cypher Clique

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1.	My Hammer feat J. Edwards 02:48	lyrics	buy track
[Intro: Erich] Shout out everybody on the west coast, you know what it is Dom Kennedy what up? You already know what the fuck going on Jon Cambry what up? Jon Edwards what up? (As long as you got that badge it don't matter what you look like) [Hook: Erich] Baby come back damaged If not, she's a lot to handle, I Pull up on a groupie with my manners Put her in my plans and Put her in a phantom, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I [Verse 1: J. Edwards] I don't trip, less it's out of town Flow flawless, what do I gotta worry about? Flip a couple songs, putting on for the dawgs Dish it out to my squad, get your hand out the pot Cause it's hot there, you were looking for the one when it's not there I got the bang for the buck so it stops here I'm the one stepping upto the spot here The chicks you might've heard, now they wanna flock here [Verse 2: Mic Anthony] Now they wanna flock here, now they wanna pop here Now they wanna twist like the lock hair Niggas know I ain't playing around and when it comes to the women I be laying em down I'm on a roll like X juice, I don't even got an excuse Getting choke like neck noose What you wanna do nigga? Who the fuck are you nigga? You can bring your crew nigga They can get it too nigga [Hook: Erich] Baby come back damaged If not, she's a lot to handle, I Pull up on a groupie with my manners Put her in my plans and Put her in a phantom, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Baby come back damaged If not, she's a lot to handle, I Pull up on a groupie with my manners Put her in my plans and Put her in a phantom, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I [Verse 3: James Major] I'm into making these songs Getting this cake and I'm done Take it and run, most of these rappers my sons Faking and lacking these funds, know where we from Your shawty down to ride, told her to come inside She knows we ain't like these other guys Leaving them traumatized Killing at will, vehicular homicide [Verse 4: Relay] Our stature is bonifide, haters are horrified Mad cause we're working and occupied My homies are sharp and fly cause us the starting 5 Sorry son, you are not qualified Setting records like BOAT Rising higher than a float I don't really mean to gloat But yo you messing with the GOATS [Hook: Erich] Baby come back damaged If not, she's a lot to handle, I Pull up on a groupie with my manners Put her in my plans and Put her in a phantom, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I Don't know how to think without my hammer, I
2.	Drug House 02:27	lyrics	buy track
[Intro: Erich] PSA. I think drugs are very bad. Cypher Clique is for the kids [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] Nigga she be in the trap, nigga she be in the back Nigga she be with the mac, nigga tell me where she at We could hit em with a sack, we could hit em with a pack We could hit em in the lac We could hit em all the damn time Shawty blow me, she don't know me I'm a land mine Sippin' liquor with my niggas til I back out If shawty with it she could take it to the trap house [Hook: Erich] Let me take you to the drug house That's my mutha fucking drug house That's my mutha fucking plug That's my muthafucking plug house Said she know me, she lyin' Man you know she lyin' Tell young put the drugs up Tell Trump put the guns up Young bitch with her tongue Young bitch with her tongue out And it started at the drug house Yeah I met her at the drug house Let me take you to the drug house That's my mutha fucking drug house That's my mutha fucking plug That's my muthafucking plug house Said she know me, she lyin' Man you know she lyin' Tell young put the drugs up Buck Trump with a slug out Young bitch with her tongue Young bitch with her tongue out And it started at the drug house Yeah I met her a the drug house [Verse 2: James Major] Took a trip to the west coast, on a roll shawty let's go She a fiend for the best smoke Hit the bay for the KD, baby crazy But she like me cause a nigga too wavy More wins than a playoff team I ball on the court like Draymond Green Her cup kind of dirty but her face all clean Them guys move slow, do they stay on lean? [Verse 3: Relay] Now let's roll to the east, home of the herb Celtics style got a G off the bird Blowing that smoke, shawty got purp Baby want some mo now I gotta hit the chirp And she gets high, she gets fly Back to the ground and her feet to the sky On cloud 9, trees on her mind Fuel to the fire when she's sippin' that wine [Hook: Erich] Let me take you to the drug house That's my mutha fucking drug house That's my mutha fucking plug That's my muthafucking plug house Said she know me, she lyin' Man you know she lyin' Tell young put the drugs up Tell Trump put the guns up Young bitch with her tongue Young bitch with her tongue out And it started at the drug house Yeah I met her at the drug house Let me take you to the drug house That's my mutha fucking drug house That's my mutha fucking plug That's my muthafucking plug house Said she know me, she lyin' Man you know she lyin' Tell young put the drugs up Buck Trump with a slug out Young bitch with her tongue Young bitch with her tongue out And it started at the drug house Yeah I met her a the drug house
3.	Pardon My Back 03:04	lyrics	buy track
[Intro: Mic Anthony] Niggas never act right, hotter than a flashlight Niggas wanna talk shit? Nigga Ima pop shit Nigga I'm the hot shit Niggas know I got this, on lock like a locksmith I'm a monster, the Loch Ness And rhyme hard, and I shine bright Niggas want the limelight [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] When I'm chillin' on vacation I don't care if niggas hatin', I be sweatin' like I'm Satan Sinning like it's aww hell, I be lifted like a bar bell Faded at the telly with the room service, aww tell We got a couple of bottles, we got a couple of rellos We got a couple of women, we got a couple of fellows And now it's game time, twistin' reefer like it's gang signs Life be shorter than the hang time And we friend fuckin', shy sober but we been fuckin' Late nights, ain't no tellin' what we end up in Late text come next, say it meant nothing She'll be back next time that the gin runnin' Shits nuts when you kick it with celebrities One chance, you can let it go or let it be Hella jealous, they could never get ahead of me I'm breaking bad, Walt White with the Ketamine [Hook: James Major/Mic Anthony] I'm on the move But I'm coming right back Gotta chase these stacks Can you pardon my back? Don't give me no flack Put the city on the map On the plane I zone out Do you know where you at? I'm on the move But I'm coming right back Gotta chase these stacks Can you pardon my back? Don't give me no flack Put the city on the map On the plane I zone out Do you know where you at? [Verse 2: James Major] Fresh off the plane while your girl still calling me Smoking on the beach, no cops gonna bother me I'm the winning ticket, no this ain't a lottery Kicking down the door like we're setting up a robbery Hands up, give me that Punchlines, get attacked I'm the illest nigga, on the track Cy Clique, gettin' plaques [Verse 3: Relay] But it's all love, always been at Wimbledon Game time, play time, gotta let the winners spin Rolling with the homies and you bet we brought some women friends Bottles on ice, you would think we let the winter in In the spot rocking, matter fact poppin' Lights, camera, action, No I'm not Bronson Let out on the way, let me keep another option Got the deets, now we going ham, call me Watson [Hook: James Major/Mic Anthony] I'm on the move But I'm coming right back Gotta chase these stacks Can you pardon my back? Don't give me no flack Put the city on the map On the plane I zone out Do you know where you at? I'm on the move But I'm coming right back Gotta chase these stacks Can you pardon my back? Don't give me no flack Put the city on the map On the plane I zone out Do you know where you at?
4.	So Jamaican feat GLC 03:04	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1: Relay] Blowing that green like landscape Better break fast, no pancakes Squad on the rise and we live all the time Now we trynna get a deal like handshakes Ridin' round to the Chi-town Yeah we bringing that iller noise Put in work and we still employed Got the vibes, and we fill the void [Verse 2: James Major] Making these moves and we all here Get to the green like lawn care Think it's your time? It's the wrong year Better step back like Paul Pierce All net, collecting challenges All bets, yall some ameturers Far fetched, in the booth I'm like Clark Kent Making moves, getting these checks [Hook: GLC] Motivated, elevated, the culture made it Motivated, elevated, the culture made it Motivated, elevated, the culture made it I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican [Verse 3: Mic Anthony] I ain't ever been an underdog, meaning I ain't never been under yall Lot of bitch niggas wearing wonder bras, threw a lot of house parties never come to yall's Cause you ain't got the ratio Girls don't give felatio Couple rap niggas really hate me though but it's only cause they've never been paid for shows And I ain't got shit to do with that I ain't ever tell their crew to rap Niggas think it's all about shoes and hats But they cap never really paid their dues to rap But we moving, carry on I don't even fly with the carry on Really don't matter what "Air" we on Hit a swish like the 06 Marion [Hook: GLC] Motivated, elevated, the culture made it Motivated, elevated, the culture made it Motivated, elevated, the culture made it I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican [Verse 4: GLC] Motivated, elevated, the culture made it I'm blowing on that green like I'm so Jamaican It came from a dream now it's cultivated I'd rather be overpaid than overrated She came in some jeans now she fucking naked The Ism and these lames there is no relation She tired of these games, join the congregation Temptation, ups and downs, the paper chasing The coin, trynna catch it like a dream catcher Anointed, while these goofys seem desperate Hatin' on my game like Russel Westbrook Execution, retribution , fucked up your best look I'm dressed in all black like Beijing Ya lady living single like Regine That's what she said to a player I told her drive slow but she sped to a player. Ism!