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 ''cause 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   ''cause 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 'cause niggaz 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 niggaz   Wanna slap my kizz-ass   Might as well have pussy ass niggaz   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   Niggaz 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 niggaz 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   'cause' ain't no names when they fly