Hot Ones Echo Thru The Ghetto - текст песни
Hot Ones Echo Thru The Ghetto
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
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