and look suspicious We got that hot shit Straight from the block shit And when we rock kid We blow your spot kid We got that hot shit Straight of the
Fordítás: Lost Boyz. We Got A Hot Shit.
'99 Savan, while you stand around and look suspicious [Chorus x2:] We got that hot shit Straight from/of the block shit And when we rock kid We blow
money, get paid, you can beat that shit Even if the DA is a piece'a shit Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit Another White bitch lyin' on thee Black
down loud Word up we make the realest, come through with killas Check it out LB fam's my crew, you know how we do What we do, we stay true Come on now
I should've kept all that And continued to stay With my girls Momma Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm smoking bud daily Gutter Living Got me tripping
shows Brava counterfeit hit you wit the rap flows Hot to def rockin' till there's nothin' left shit That's all you got, that's the secret that you kept shit
(Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot) The Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Them niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz
soon as the beat drops It's Most Wanted; them niggas that got the street hot, crushin' all y'all niggas that pray that we flop Shit I spit, well Out in
hip hop) Whenever and ever We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip hop) Survival of the fittest Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz Lickin' shots got the game hot
from the VIP Heard the night life lost life when I leave Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need The whole city got bizzerk, he got treat Anotha nigga got
hard! [E-40] We 30 deep (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block) We milk the Ave. for damn near e'rythang the Ave. got (Ave. got) We do the fools
traps Snatch that diamonds off your neck, worth 50 dead Africans [Swave Sevah] Yo, this dude is truly a joke That stuff got you feelin tough, must be
lose, wanna be thug cats Push ya shit back, but fuck that We play the game too, only if it's necessary We never start shit, we finish shit And holdin
stackin chips We push the hot whips, keep they kids fed Tight a part mister rest ahead That jealously shit is dead, fuck it live it up We comin through
I'm gonna get it on An' let me warn all your foes you gettin shitted on From day one we had hot mix Yo I thought you cats could chill shit I got this
And that the hood the fuckin main attraction The hot bitches and niggas ayo we all make it happen Sword sellin drugs are workin hard, we all rappin Hope
play for keeps just to keep some fresh feet The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold heat No matter where we go, never know if we got beef [Mr
