E-40:
C-C-L-I-C-K-C-K
Shit don’t S-M-O-B
Smob shit
Check it
V-Town in this bitch
Studio Ton
I’m in some deep shit
Got some niggaz from another click
On that ass tryin’ to run me off the fuckin’ cliff
What should I do, where should I go, how could I fake ’em?
Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em’ bake ’em
Call up cousin B on the phone, all ‘cuz I be in a little
Bit of trouble, a fruithead out here tryin’ to turn your kinfolk
Into a vegetable
But I’m hexa-smart smebbin’ high performance Dodge
They in a Buick Skylark
B-Legit:
Meet me at the fo’ niggaz
Got the dough sit real low
I’m on the roof with the fo’ fo’
Drive slow
What they ridin’
I’m aiming for they engine block
And when they stop I’m closin’ down on they shop
Suga baby they done fucked up
Won’t you wait in the cut
While I bust and buck on these nuts
Fuck mercy on a nigga tryin to take mine
Mobb shit with the click’ll happen every time
D-Shot:
Heard some shots
Fireworks fully auto chops
Sound like they come from around my corner near my knot spot
Must be folks they done fucked around and went to war
I know the sound that’s my nigga B’s fo’ fo’
On the scene they say a nigga got peeled back
A Skylark wrapped around my neighbor’s Cadillac
A pretty sight but a nigga can’t say that though
Hot ones echo through the ghetto (through the getto Bitch!)
Levitti
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(No gat too black sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(Ridin’ shotgun lettin’ loose hot ones)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic)
Suga-T:
I’m in the underbucket
Blastin in the cut
It’s the glock goin’ buck buck buck
I’m like damn whats up
I had that glock that fit the script
Some of that high powered shit
‘Cuz all along I was smoking out them tricks
Hot ones echo through the ghetto lit
This way that-a way I split them dope fiend’s wigs
They had me fucked up
Ph-ing on my click
We pound the frowns on those punk ass bitches
B-Legit:
See your nigga be’s a ridah
Hops inside
7-4 malibu with the do dirt crew
What they wanna do
I ain’t shootin’ for the stars
Cars or homes
I’m from the town leaving bodies face down
I’m tryin’ to stay real cuz niggaz they will
