E-40:
C-c-l-i-c-k-c-k
Shit donand't s-m-o-b
Smob shit
Check it
V-town in this bitch
Studio ton
Iand'm in some deep shit
Got some niggaz from another click
On that ass tryinand' to run me off the fuckinand' cliff
What should i do, where should i go, how could i fake and'em?
Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake emand' bake and'em
Call up cousin b on the phone, all and'cuz i be in a little
Bit of trouble, a fruithead out here tryinand' to turn your kinfolk
Into a vegetable
But iand'm hexa-smart smebbinand' high performance dodge
They in a buick skylark
B-legit:
Meet me at the foand' niggaz
Got the dough sit real low
Iand'm on the roof with the foand' foand'
Drive slow
What they ridinand'
Iand'm aiming for they engine block
And when they stop iand'm closinand' down on they shop
Suga baby they done fucked up
Wonand'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 clickand'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 thatand's my nigga band's foand' foand'
On the scene they say a nigga got peeled back
A skylark wrapped around my neighborand's cadillac
A pretty sight but a nigga canand'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
(ridinand' shotgun lettinand' 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:
Iand'm in the underbucket
Blastin in the cut
Itand's the glock goinand' buck buck buck
Iand'm like damn whats up
I had that glock that fit the script
Some of that high powered shit
and'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 fiendand'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 beand's a ridah
Hops inside
7-4 malibu with the do dirt crew
What they wanna do
I ainand't shootinand' for the stars
Cars or homes
Iand'm from the town leaving bodies face down
Iand'm tryinand' to stay real cuz niggaz they will
Put you in the cross, fuck around have you halled off
I got moss with the these fools in a major way
Down and dirty to my death day
E-40:
Gotta watch them riff raffs
Hittin on you when you piss-ass niggaz
Wanna slap my kizz-ass
Might as well have pussy ass niggaz
Hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets ricochet
Bush cominand' sheriff better duck that ass down in the bathtub
Dope track late night should be poppinand' bein itand's off the hook
See if they stay fiendenand' foaminand' at the mouth better feed them rook
Niggaz better be careful just like jell-o shit be goinand'
Through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot ones echo through the ghetto
Levitti:
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(no gat too black sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(ridinand' shotgun lettinand' 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)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(where they echo at where they echo at nigga?)
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
(b-legit, you up in this bitch with me nigga)
(fa shoand' boy)
(c-l-i-c-k while...)
Shit is funky
Better keep a trey-eight, quit the bullshit
Better be bullet-proofed out
Better sleep on the floor if you wanna survive
Better know about those hot ones
I said you better know about those hot ones
You better know about those hot ones
Cuzand' ainand't no names when they fly
