Strolling Thru the Ghetto (feat. Lady-T) - Tonet

[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 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 'Cuz 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 cuz 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 Cuz' ain't no names when they fly

Okay Yeah, yeah Alborosie say Strolling inna town with Protoje Well well Tell the people Over the mountains, across the seas And when they need it, then they send for me The Rastaman strolling into town The fyah man strolling into town Over the mountains, across the seas You feel it mystically in the breeze When the Rastaman strolling into town The fyah man strolling into town Dem a hear the one a praise yo Me no trust weh dem a talk Words a fly over me head like shootin stars Me see dem inna garrison, stage shows and bars Mouth a talk peace, but dem heart a beat war The truth is talking off like copa Rastafari youth dem shining like a supernova Protoje and Alborosie them a no push over Strong signal straight from Selassie I router Over the mountains, across the seas And when they need it, then they send for me The Rastaman strolling into town The fyah man strolling into town Over the mountains, across the seas You feel it mystically in the breeze When the Rastaman strolling into town The fyah man strolling into town Well, the thing yah balance from the woofer to the twetter Can't get it better flawess like Lupita Oh no, they wanna be your friend to get a feature Disciples them a coulda Judas, coulda Peter One will tek yuh life and one will never leave yah Pray for the wisdom so you know before it reach yah When to be the student, when to be the teacher When to talk you mind and when to never ever speak And 'pon that note you know I probably shouldn't say But them man deh the business looking sloppy from weh day Topic a the day, animosity fi popularity Haffi stop it microscopic a the pray Take a look a panoramic me a say While them sit down and a watch them Panasonic every day So when Alborosie call me and say 'Yeh' Link up and drop it internationally Over the mountains, across the seas And when they need it, then they send for me The Rastaman strolling into town The fyah man strolling into town Over the mountains, across the seas You feel it mystically in the breeze When the Rastaman strolling into town The fyah man strolling into town If you can't neither fly, you should run like a train Maybe Usain should ah say it Take me inna capsules just like a pain killer Listen to my music while you puffing sensimilla Apart from the business, music ever me heart Music from me heart so Selassie take the charts All Zion youth him a sing about that That shows you seh we all inna one class Over the mountains, across the seas And when they need it, then they send for me The Rastaman strolling into town The fyah man strolling into town Over the mountains, across the seas You feel it mystically in the breeze When the Rastaman strolling into town The fyah man strolling into town, hey

I have given you my true love But you love a new love What am I supposed to do now With you now, you're through You'll be on your merry way And there's only this to say I'm through with love I'll never fall again Said adieu to love Don't ever call again For I must have you or no one And so I'm through with love I've locked my heart I'll keep my feelings there I have stocked my heart With icy, frigid air And I mean to care for no one Because I'm through with love Why did you lead me To think you could care You didn't need me For you had your share Of slaves around you To hound you and swear With deep emotion devotion to you Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me It can never bring the things that used to be For I must have you or no one And so I'm through with love