Hot Ones Echo Thru The Ghetto - The Click

Composed by：Tenina Stev

C-L-I-C-K

S**t don't stop S-M-O-B

Smob s**t

Check it

V-Town in this b***h

Studio Ton

I'm in some deep s**t

Got some n***as from another click

On that a*s tryin' to run me off the f**kin' cliff

What should I do where should

I go how could I fake 'em

Bust a b***h on that a*s and try

To shake em' and bake 'em

Call up cousin B on the faulty mcnaulty

Cousin B I'm in a little bit of trouble

Fool an' them out here tryna turn your kinfolk into a vegetable

But I'm hecksa-smart smebbin' high performance Dodge Dart

They in a Buick Skylark

Meet me at the fo' n***as

Got to go 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 closing down on they shop

Suga baby they done f**ked up

Won't you wait in the cut while

I bust and buck on these nuts

F**k mercy on a n***a tryin to take mine

Mobb s**t with the Click'll happen every time

Heard some shots fireworks fully auto chops

Sound like they come from around my corner near my knot spot

Must be folks they done f**ked around and went to war

I know the sound that's my n***a B's fo' fo'

On the scene they say a n***a got peeled back

A Skylark wrapped around my neighbor's Cadillac got eem

A pretty sight but a n***a can't say that though

Hot ones echo through the ghetto through the ghetto b***h

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 hot ones is fired n***as better duck

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic

I'm in the underbucket blastin in the cut

It's the Glock goin' buck buck buck

I'm like 'D**n what's up'

I had that Glock that fit the script

Some of that high powered s**t

'Cause all along I was smoking out them tricks

Hot ones echo through the ghetto lit

This way that-a way I split them d**e fiend's twigs

It had me f**ked up

PH-ing on my Click

We pound the frowns on those punk a*s b***hes

See your n***a B's a rider hops inside a

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 try to stay real 'cause n***as they will

Put you in the 'cross f**k around have you hauled off

I got moss with the these fools in a major way

Down and dirty to my death day

Gotta watch them riff raffs

Sit on the toilet when you piss-ass n***as

Wanna stop my kizash might as well have p***y a*s n***as

Hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets ricochet

Push come to shove better duck that a*s down in the bathtub

D**e track late night s**t be poppin' business off the hook

See a basehead fiendin' foamin' at the mouth better feed him rook

N***as better be careful just like jell-o s**t be goin' through metal

Sheetrock and stucco hot ones echo through the ghetto

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

Heat-seek unpredictable of hot ones

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

Three or four more hot ones up

Under my belly that's catastrophic to me

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

Where they echo at where they echo at n***a

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

Fa sho' boy

C-L-I-C-K everybody up in this b***h

S**t is funky it's funky where at though n***a

Ghetto

Better keep a trey-eight quit the bulls**t where at n***a

Ghetto

Better be bullet-proofed out where at man

Ghetto

Better sleep on the floor if you wanna survive in the what

Ghetto

Better know about them hot ones what

Ghetto

I said you better know about them

Hot ones where at though boy

Ghetto

You better know about them hot ones where they fly at though

Ghetto

'Cause ain't no names when they fly in the what

Ghetto