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Rock on 1978: Hot Blooded (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Blooded and Other Hits (Foreigner) · Red Blooded Blues (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Red Blooded Woman [Australia CD] (Kylie Minogue) · Red Blooded Woman [German Single] (Kylie Minogue) · Red Blooded Woman (Kylie Minogue) · Cold Blooded (Rick James) · Cold Blooded (Rick James) · Cold Blooded Boogie (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Hot Hot Hot: Eighties Top of the Charts (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Lone wolf: by the light of the moon I was watching last night
A scene that unfolded in the pale clear light
Two hot blooded women one blonde one
prisoners of war
Then we sort of, uh, exchange P.O.W.'s, right?
And when they get us, clear us of all our charges,
we let the big bosses live a little bit
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
want to strip, now it's all for the check
Yo, everyday, lives at stake, pies to bake
Same knife that cuts your throat divides the cake
For the hustlers,
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
But I got to roll keep it pushing hot or cold
I gas it up I’m hitting every house on the road
Got to get it how I live I’m going hard for it
It ain’t
tapped, cops listen 
Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl 
cause I married this life and she's my whole world 

Chorus: {unknown singer}
the suns hot beams wake your dreaming
Embrace the feeling, taste the freedom
Replace the seedlings that we take from Eden
'cause they grow to become what
You know I'm like a hop, skip and jump from slappin' you senseless
Perverted monk on this mic, you feel the sentence
Hot vernacular scorch just like
back y'all)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(I don't give a fuck)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

I'm known global, blooded out pimp by
I cut the ropes (breath)
Fresh cut as a pigeon blooded smoke
Load bazooka
Stoke the cobra coats over a broken hookah
Got rabble pants with psycho
hot, they start three alarm fires
But don't be alarmed, it's just my grace and my charm
I'm here for the good, I'll never do you no harm

Sweet Tee's
back y'all)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(I don't give a fuck)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

I'm known global, blooded out pimp by
Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time