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 'cuz 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 one