Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out. Turk: Niggas steady getting chopped Losin they life behind stupid shit Ain't that
Traduction: Hot Boys. Spittin 'Game.
T.V., and being broke and don't have it I'm playing a deadly game of chess, over rugers and vests Ride on hollow tips when I'm spitting, still into the
unload heat when my brain spill You for it, images without no coke connect pills We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal We Bad Boys, anywhere
, Took ya spot, parked in it too, Watchin it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do, Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind you like whoooo! That boys hot
here Pissed off half the game Doin' it for years and ain't got half my name I'm still not the same cause I made the change Cause I spit the good shit
[feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T
the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus So, don't fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin' a gat Yeah nigga, I stay strapped. [Chorus:] Somethin' hot
t havin it, see em in the dead zone Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal My verses are hot as shit
a jumper Cross the game up dawg take it to the bucket Say he like a tre so I pass it to da corner I'm so hot I want it and I think I'm on it jus like
tenement home Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and
me.. My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted White boys
I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you
a classic, any nigga ever had beef with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X. Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told you
