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C C L I C K C K, shit don't S-M-O-B |
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Smob shit, check it |
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V-Town in this bitch |
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Studio Ton, 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 |
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All 'cuz I be in a little bit of trouble |
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A fruithead out here tryin' |
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To turn your kinfolk 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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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', I'm aiming for they engine block |
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And when they stop |
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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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Heard some shots |
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Fireworks fully auto chops |
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Sound like they come from |
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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 thru the ghetto |
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(Through the getto, Bitch) |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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(No, gat too black sent hot ones to the back) |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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(Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones) |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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(But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck) |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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(Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic) |
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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 thru 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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Phing on my click |
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We pound the frowns on those punk ass bitches |
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See your nigga be's a ridah |
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Hops inside 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, 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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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 thru 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 |
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Like jell-o shit be goin' through metal |
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Sheetrock and stucco hot ones |
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Echo through the ghetto |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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(No, gat too black, sent hot ones to the back) |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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(Ridin' shotgun, lettin' loose hot ones) |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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(But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck) |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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(Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic) |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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Hot ones echo thru the ghetto |
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(Where they echo at where they echo at nigga?) |
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Hot ones echo thru 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 |
