hot stuff Baby, I need it Looking for your hot stuff Baby, tonight I want your hot stuff I got to feel it Got to have your hot stuff Got to have
hot, when you play my spot you get laid like rugs And you'll never be the woman that your father was Stop flirtin' with my last nerve and head south Next
for? Knowin you all are some scared hoes Make me start a girl fight Betta check this bitches fair height Blowin niggas I'm BeBe See broke niggas I Skeske I'll choke ya head
I hope I live in the sky...All my folks who aint alive I hope they live in the sky..pray to God when I die that I live in the sky ..It's true what goes
for craft Irritate me like infected skin The future ain't lookin' the same Like a neglected twin Some test the scary That's unnecessary To kill your crew
hot stuff Baby, I need it Looking for your hot stuff Baby, tonight I want your hot stuff I got to feel it Got to have your hot stuff Got to have your
it like this, Smoke some , Drink some get ripped,and make the girls party just stripped, move ya ass girl. Get down!) Only if you know u live, from the
orally active She's the baddest bitch to ever hit the matress Despite all the things she does to try and tip me Hot dick in a cock, smokin' head and them
it?s the wrong thang It?s only one rule I live by keep some killaz on the payroll Nigga an get yo shit right I got some killaz on the payroll An they
through his town set us up, get a crew, gun his town [WC] Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo' after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo' (CJ Mac) Out
to the winners the spoils go I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates New York life type trife the Roman Empire state [Mos Def and crew] So
trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some
the police in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work Slinging and banging in front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live
got me confused, see Cam the freak Mase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beach I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach Living in expenses
back And I don't care if she a groupie or not I'm gettin head on the block and the hooptie'll drop Root-Crew been hot since back in the day And since
It flows from the streets to athlete's Bangin' to track meets From Venus to Serina You know that we pack heat Gimmie mine! (Chorus: Krayzie Bone x2) Verse 2
[Paparue] Original roughnecks, hear {laughing} Check! (Chorus 2x) Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine
2 True crew...Slim Shady and Big proof Knockin over Igloos in Alaska when we blast ya A massacre creator, one time for data Darker than Vader...go anybody hot