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The Hot Boys

The Hot Boys (often styled as Hot Boy$) are an American hip hop group formed in New Orleans, Louisiana, in 1997. The group is made up of B.G., Lil Wayne, Juvenile and Turk. The group was originally formed in 1997, and released their debut recording studio LP Get It How U Live! the same year on then-independent label Cash Money to local success, selling 400,000 copies primarily in the south. They followed up with 1999's Guerrilla Warfare, the group's most commercially successful album to date, selling 142,000 copies in its first week and debuting at #5 on the Billboard 200. The album was certified Platinum on November 1, 1999, by the RIAA. The group disbanded in 2001 when Juvenile, Turk, and B.G. left Cash Money, citing financial mismanagement, leaving Lil Way… more »

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2001

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What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin' me moist
Givin' me head while she hummin', she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
She could ride a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have fifty, mama you can have platinum
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya

[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
(Shine), whip Rover's not Honda's
(Shine), I'm a spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine), don't know when I'm comin' home
(Shine), pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine), My life is the shit

It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face, diamond brace
More colors than the game Simon Says
Go, 'hind me
And Mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a last"
But she ain't like to much of this
But get to bobbin it's head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway
Ok, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'
All these karats like I'm a fuckin' vegetarian
Niggas play, I bury them, why'all already knowin'
I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin'
See I'm a keep it goin', Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

[Chorus: ]

I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine
Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog
Come through on dub-dueces, they jock me dog
Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog
Catch 'em so low, they geezy, don't shock me dog
Well get the f*ck, slide on out the way
And let B.G. ease down the shinin' linen
Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up
Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up
You don't want to put your vehicle next to us
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, dvds
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga

[Chorus: ]

I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
'Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be restin'
I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk
Bling blingin' everyday, plus I got work (bling)
Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven
Steady stackin' my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies
Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin' a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice"
They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys
You muthafuckin' right, you think this not girl?
Better think twice, get it right dog
Know you recognize, we got it on lock for all

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

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