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E-40:
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C-C-L-I-C-K-C-K
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Shit don't S-M-O-B
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Smob shit
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Check it
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V-Town in this bitch
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Studio Ton
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I'm in some deep shit
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Got some niggaz from another click
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On that ass tryin' to run me off the fuckin' cliff
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What should I do, where should I go, how could I fake 'em?
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Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em' bake 'em
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Call up cousin B on the phone, all 'cuz I be in a little
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bit of trouble, a fruithead out here tryin' to turn your kinfolk
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into a vegetable
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But I'm hexa-smart smebbin' high performance Dodge
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They in a Buick Skylark
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B-Legit:
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Meet me at the fo' niggaz
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Got the dough sit real low
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I'm on the roof with the fo' fo'
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Drive slow
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What they ridin'
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I'm aiming for they engine block
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And when they stop I'm closin' down on they shop
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Suga baby they done fucked up
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Won't you wait in the cut
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While I bust and buck on these nuts
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Fuck mercy on a nigga tryin to take mine
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Mobb shit with the click'll happen every time
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D-Shot:
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Heard some shots
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Fireworks fully auto chops
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Sound like they come from around my corner near my knot spot
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Must be folks they done fucked around and went to war
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I know the sound that's my nigga B's fo' fo'
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On the scene they say a nigga got peeled back
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A Skylark wrapped around my neighbor's Cadillac
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A pretty sight but a nigga can't say that though
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto (through the getto Bitch!)
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Levitti
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(No gat too black sent hot ones to the back)
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones)
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck)
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic)
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Suga-T:
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I'm in the underbucket
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Blastin in the cut
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It's the glock goin' buck buck buck
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I'm like damn whats up
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I had that glock that fit the script
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Some of that high powered shit
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'Cuz all along I was smoking out them tricks
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto lit
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This way that-a way I split them dope fiend's wigs
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They had me fucked up
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Ph-ing on my click
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We pound the frowns on those punk ass bitches
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B-Legit:
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See your nigga be's a ridah
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Hops inside
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7-4 malibu with the do dirt crew
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What they wanna do
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I ain't shootin' for the stars
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Cars or homes
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I'm from the town leaving bodies face down
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I'm tryin' to stay real cuz niggaz they will
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Put you in the cross, fuck around have you halled off
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I got moss with the these fools in a major way
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Down and dirty to my death day
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E-40:
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Gotta watch them riff raffs
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Hittin on you when you piss-ass niggaz
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Wanna slap my kizz-ass
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Might as well have pussy ass niggaz
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets ricochet
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Bush comin' sheriff better duck that ass down in the bathtub
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Dope track late night should be poppin' bein it's off the hook
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See if they stay fienden' foamin' at the mouth better feed them rook
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Niggaz better be careful just like jell-o shit be goin'
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through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot ones echo through the ghetto
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Levitti:
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(No gat too black sent hot ones to the back)
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones)
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck)
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic)
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(Where they echo at where they echo at nigga?)
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Hot ones echo through the ghetto
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(B-Legit, you up in this bitch with me nigga)
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(Fa sho' boy)
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(C-L-I-C-K while...)
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Shit is funky
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Better keep a trey-eight, quit the bullshit
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Better be bullet-proofed out
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Better sleep on the floor if you wanna survive
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Better know about those hot ones
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I said you better know about those hot ones
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You better know about those hot ones
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Cuz' ain't no names when they fly
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Hot Ones Echo Thru The Ghetto
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The Click |