it's, ah, ah You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way A hot boy that's who I be's
Fordítás: Hot Boys. Get Out Tha út.
like it's ah, ah You better get out tha way, them out hot boys on they way You better get out tha way, them out hot boys on they way Come around the
gotta check the spot quickly I'm feelin' way high, but I'm also feelin' way low But damn, I'm stuck in between Fuckin' with broad boys and never get
im cummin from get it in your eye (in your eye) i like when ya get downnn like a girl suppose rolled up on tha dough and get that shit up out your nose
get much sleep But today is the last day, time to go play Get yo check, get out that bitch You know where to go to get crunk with it Hit the club, get
where its at, get down hit tha floor gimmie all your dough gimmie yo pack and new pole gimmie all yo weed gimmie all yo G Now its tha gangsta, tha pimp
, they know that Feeling like I ain't got shit Work in back of a throwback I'm cold up in this hallway Hustling out it all day Trying to get this money
a groupie) She was just a groupie Verse 1: Tha Dogg Pound (Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt) Beeyatch! (Beeyatch!) I come thru with the humps, I thump tha shit out
go an get some bigger gyms tha hood is in the building man I'll get you in your feelings man It's some s**t outside your house with rims tha size of
, look I'm the best rapper not discovered The other people raps is weak How dey get discovered, ya can't fuck wit me Everybody know me, I'm hype to tha
boys will take you out [Master P] Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hang I'm a
it's hot everywhere. gotta bounce all out. make you niggaz pull tha pounds all out, i need tha chronic. now we gotta leave tha town and fuck tha airport
done made me hot, me hot Take your vest off, I'm blowin' your neck off and eyes out High speed chase, I'll follow you to your hideout Shoot your fuckin' tires out
out that I'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back Fresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute Put tha gat down, but don
the way i be gettin it Verse 2 [Rocko] Maybe its the way you look, maybe its midas touch its our chemistry, maybe its the way we fuck Maybe its the way
out a black van and I set the whole street I, get excited, when I'm in beef I gas up and strap up and ride all week When, you, get, caught, down bad It
Papa Rue (4 Real) And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money! COME DOWN! Chorus: (Papa Rue) Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda the Hot Boys
