Текст песни The Click - Hot Ones Echo Thru the Ghetto *
The Click - Hot Ones Echo Thru the Ghetto * слова песни
* also appears on the soundtrack to "Tales From the Hood" corrections to c692286@showme.missouri.eduE-40:C-C-L-I-C-K-C-KShit don`t S-M-O-BSmob shitCheck itV-Town in this bitchStudio TonI`m in some deep shitGot some niggaz from another clickOn that ass tryin` to run me off the fuckin` cliffWhat should I do, where should I go, how could I fake `em?Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em` bake `emCall 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 vegetableBut I`m hexa-smart smebbin` high performance DodgeThey in a Buick SkylarkB-Legit:Meet me at the fo` niggazGot the dough sit real lowI`m on the roof with the fo` fo`Drive slowWhat they ridin`I`m aiming for they engine blockAnd when they stop I`m closin` down on they shopSuga baby they done fucked upWon`t you wait in the cutWhile I bust and buck on these nutsFuck mercy on a nigga tryin to take mineMobb shit with the click`ll happen every timeD-Shot:Heard some shotsFireworks fully auto chopsSound like they come from around my corner near my knot spotMust be folks they done fucked around and went to warI know the sound that`s my nigga B`s fo` fo`On the scene they say a nigga got peeled backA Skylark wrapped around my neighbor`s CadillacA pretty sight but a nigga can`t say that thoughHot ones echo through the ghetto (through the getto Bitch!)LevittiHot 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 underbucketBlastin in the cutIt`s the glock goin` buck buck buckI`m like damn whats upI had that glock that fit the scriptSome of that high powered shit`Cuz all along I was smoking out them tricksHot ones echo through the ghetto litThis way that-a way I split them dope fiend`s wigsThey had me fucked upPh-ing on my clickWe pound the frowns on those punk ass bitchesB-Legit:See your nigga be`s a ridahHops inside7-4 malibu with the do dirt crewWhat they wanna doI ain`t shootin` for the starsCars or homesI`m from the town leaving bodies face downI`m tryin` to stay real cuz niggaz they willPut you in the cross, fuck around have you halled offI got moss with the these fools in a major wayDown and dirty to my death dayE-40:Gotta watch them riff raffsHittin on you when you piss-ass niggazWanna slap my kizz-assMight as well have pussy ass niggazHot ones echo through the ghetto bullets ricochetBush comin` sheriff better duck that ass down in the bathtubDope track late night should be poppin` bein it`s off the hookSee if they stay fienden` foamin` at the mouth better feed them rookNiggaz better be careful just like jell-o shit be goin` through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot ones echo through the ghettoLevitti: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)Hot ones echo through the ghettoHot ones echo through the ghettoHot 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 funkyBetter keep a trey-eight, quit the bullshitBetter be bullet-proofed outBetter sleep on the floor if you wanna surviveBetter know about those hot onesI said you better know about those hot onesYou better know about those hot onesCuz` ain`t no names when they fly