Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out Respect my mind or have them boys in your house Respect my mind, look, we be ridin' on chrome Respect my
Traduction: Hot Boys. Respect My Mind.
Respect my mind 'cause we get our shine on [Lil' Wayne] Respect my mind 'cause we that Hot Boy clique Respect my mind, nigga, you can't phase this [B
the do', pour a pint fuck a fo' No longer sitting low, changed my 4's to twenty three's FUBU on my chest, platinum Roley under my sleeve Riding V fucking
and I got buzzed Out of frustration came aggravation Depression coming down in my mind Kept a nigga confused and straight crying Dying, from sweet sticks in line Throwed off in my my mind
with m' boys... Brother Marquis, Fresh Kid Ice, and Mr. Mixx. We're players from way back. We used to mutt out hoes togetherand everything, y' know. But uh, my
(by Hot Boys) What's happening? The Hot Boys got some feelings They like to get off they chest And if these niggaz Feel like we feel, then y'all niggaz
on this one - I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level get your
Look I'm ok, but my watch sick Yean gotta like a nigga, just respect my mind and this how I'm eatin now, so respect my grind (Spect my grind) The way
its hot Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot Drop em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot
A whip man on my pager Like I pay you folks To whip somemoore I'm doper than the fluid cellur I flip it all up by myself I give my niggas recipes So they
my own life, that?s where I?m going Except they might not sell weed in Hell [Verse 1] See I always have respect cause I always talk fact The .38 and the 50 caliber hot
up ... 10 then because [Hook] My nigga, we alley Nigga, we alley My nigga, we alley Nigga, we alley Whoa [Mr. Ball] We some alley muh'fuckas from the ATL, Georgia boys
that like to fuck up the party Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with everybody-body You wanna battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin status my
To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my To all my peoples that passed away To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my To to to, free
boys ... Brother Marquis, Fresh Kid Ice, and Mr. Mixx. and everything, y' know. But uh, my lil' thangs jumped off again for me, so I'm just hollerin' at my
