cause Tha Block is Hot Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block on fire, nigga what about yours? Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block
t just talk it wit my mouth I back it up wit my vow Before Jimmy cut the check, it was 50 on my neck And over 50 in my ear, I'm the Rookie of the Year
Make me loose my cool But I'm gonna throw my hands up [BREAKDOWN] [IAN LEWIS (RAP):] Yes! Chicka-bow Chicka-bow chicka bow wow wow Blu Cantrell is hot, hot
in the air While you do that dance, and let me get behind you While you in front of my man, in front of your man Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my
I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin' Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot
respect my size Armed and ready, smoked out guns is ready Beat a mo'fucker down, till my arms spaghetti [Big Redd] I speak the truth, you hoes better respect my
a black boy to win Uhh Bubba Sparxx did it and so did Slim Just Blaze is hot now why don't you get with him I watch mad rappers bite my shit and blow
Wrong Zone Say Lil Daddy Watch Yo Tone Dont Holla At Me I Might Get Mad And Pop My Chrome Merk U Then Hit The Studio And Drop My Song A Lotta Niggas Out
don't need no... Now put... Feeling... who the hell cares? You're at the bar, looking hot, sweeping on a bear, My first time, my last time, yeah, I swear
) Let's get it on (the prince) This is my town my home (the prince) This is my crown my throne (weezy) This is me on my own (by my self so niggas guess
under the seat Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out Friday come, you and you have your money out Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out
with the .40 cal under the seat Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out Friday come, you and you have your money out Son, my gun'll bring
ma pluck ya, Struck ya, wasn't beware of the headbusters [Chorus [Manny Fresh]:] Headbusters, wig splitters, one time, Hot Boys committin' that crime, Welcome to the section of the Hot Boys
the rug, lift off my publishin' Jet to Miami, I chuggle-lug the beat Fiends beepin' me, I erase and delete (Come on) Surrounded my palm trees and sound
Talkin all about the how? how come my car done look better than his? how come he standin there Broke when i got my money in my fish, shit, its plain as
city, sittin' high lookin' down next up to the climax Stayin' deliciously loaded, quit my fry, Mr. Hot burnin' flesh Got that THC marinatin' in my chest