Hot Ones Echo Thru the Ghetto

Artist: The Click Album: Game Related Song: Hot Ones Echo Thru the Ghetto * * also appears on the soundtrack to "Tales From the Hood" Corrections to 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 niggas 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' niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas Wanna slap my kizz-ass Might as well have pussy ass niggas Hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets ricochet Bush comin' sheriff better duck that ass down in the bathtub Dope track late night should be poppin' bein it's off the hook See if they stay fienden' foamin' at the mouth better feed them rook Niggas better be careful just like jell-o shit be goin' 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 (Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (But if hollow points is fired niggas 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 sho' 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 Cuz' ain't no names when they fly