Artist: Flow Click f/ Bang Boogie
Album:  Flow Click
Song:   Cock Da Hammer
Typed by: Wammy Giveaway

[Joe & Broadway]
"Lights, cameras, cock back the hammer" --> Redman

[Joe]     Two
[T-Swoop] Check it, check it
          Give me mic level
          One, two to the three, yo
[Joe]     T-Swoop
[T-Swoop] Oooh
          I can feel it
          Check it
[J&B]     "Straight from the last of the lost, I'm a hit ya with" --> Redman 
[T-Swoop] Should I just bust
[Joe]     Fire on these niggas, fire on them
[T-Swoop] Yo
          Yo, yo, yo
          It's that T to the S, fuck stress
          Yo, yo
          Uh

[Verse 1: T-Swoop]
It's that
T to the S, fuck stress, all chron'
And a mic, aplomb, buy a fuckin' Dom Juan
Bout to blow, uncontainable
Unexplainable
Let this resevoir dog out, I'm fuckin' maim a hoe {*woof*}
The cause, all of y'all's need to take a second pause
Cause you don't produce, like some old vasectomy balls (Oooh)
I'm gettin' mines, taking yours in, and date, in record stores
In your face and on your face like winter cold sores
We heated the spot, whether needed or not {*inhale*}
Smokin' sticky icky icky shit that's green as the snot {*coughing*}
Givin' your girl the buzz (Buzz)
Now she don't know where she was
I'm pourin' beer up on the coochie, yo, to give my dick a buzz
Fuck keepin' it real
Look at MC Hammer
Broke
Can't you see the homies is no joke
Flow Click, Bang Boogie 'bout to run straight through ya
Like venerial disease (You want it)
You know who gave it to ya

[Joe & Broadway]
"Lights, cameras, cock back the hammer"
"Lights, cameras, cock back the hammer"
"Lights, cameras, cock back the hammer"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"
"Straight from the last of the lost, I'm a hit ya with"
"Lights, cameras, cock back the hammer"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"

[Verse 2: Joe]
It's like
Fuck hot
I'm a toaster
Flow composer with the holster
We coast to coast quotes (Oooh)
Cold smokin' the kosher
On a poster
Me and Motorola holdin' doja
So, um
I'm a introduce
Get loose
Hold figures is whoop
Gold diggers and Coups {*imitates screeching*}
No Lex or brooms
I step to Fletch Jones and flex the fresh S
Til I stretch the chrome
I'm hot and bold
Too cold to hold
I blow hoes from those
To flows and wave fours like Biggie Smalls (Smalls)
Introducin' her raw
S'why you south paw
Til I chip ya jaw (Jaw)
I'm off the hinge (Hinge)
Like, kid, I crack chins, the way a Mac 10s
Summon and then bend (Uh)
Smash out (What)
Cause I'm in the wind
I'm all about the paper
Uh, nothin' can save ya

[Joe & Broadway]
"Lights, cameras"
"Lights, cameras, cock back the hammer"
"Lights, cameras, cock back the hammer"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"
"Lights, cameras, cock back the hammer"
"Yeah"
"Straight from the last of the-"
"Lights, cameras, cock back the hammer"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"

[Verse 3: Cheski]
First of all
Before I bring a verse to y'all (Y'all)
I be the last nigga standin' while they first to fall (Fall)
Fuck a brawl
Bang Boogie crawled on the ball
Whether it's plaques on the walls in the crack
And you hauls
Stacks of chips, I have to get
If not, you spit
I slap the clip
In the mac, and clap the bitch
Lo and behold (Hold)
Colder than blow
In the hoe's nose
In the Poconos
Pokin' hoes, I've broken pros
And smokin' O's of the best green {*inhale*}
You best bring
Your vest to the scene, with the best, blessed the mic, and address
Your queen on sight
I'm on tight
On deck
Off drank, blown dank, what that Bang Boogie like
Cuttin' chickens without spinnin' ends (Ends)
Bout this paper route, tryin' to turn my Schwinn into a Benz
Solo without somethin', your illegit
Motorola dola forty
Your coon called it a swoller, naw, I'm holdin' soldier (Soldier...)