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47 Emcees (Interlude)

KJ-52

Collaborations

2002

you about Jesus who's the leader of the new school
You thinking you's cool you emcees is lost boys
Got no cash money you juvenile like some hot boys
I

XG
Ciara
Remix
(Left, right, left, right)
JAKOPS

I put off the light, watch me ride
Blowin' off his top, we gettin' hot
Backseat

What's that sound like to you? (Oh)
I don't know, man (this one sounds like a remix, oh, oh)
City, Big Latto (oh)
Do it, do it, do it, do it

limits, ain't no walls, skate by, no Bart, yellow diamonds ain't no must- ARD
Ha
Go hard go far
Now a MF doomed MF Metal Faced you screwed
Left you mute

on down to your boy's dojo
And let me get you on that act bad
All these hoes out here saying, period, it's hot girl summer
Well, it's finna be a fiesta boy

Fluttering high

You're hot to trot, but boy, you got a
Secret that you cannot betray
He likes it hot, you're burning up
But baby boy, your secret is safe
I

or fuckin fold
Ducked bounty hunters and p.o's
Fought lawmen and c.o's
Been a hot boy since a juvenile
And I stayed loyal to the g code
Been in club fights

Remember hot days in my juvenile 
But now I'm of age I had to calm down 
Think I'm the lick this ain't it I'm no clown 
I got your mama on FaceTime right now

on fire
I think about it when I'm fryin'
Who think 'bout water when dyin'

Tyrone ain't no hot boy, so somethin' ain't right
Got hit first year home

Born to the jungle (Jungle)
Where the streets keep you humble (Humble)
You get raised by the struggle
Taught to go hustle (Hustle)
Don't flex

Hotel Room Service [Remix]

Nicole Scherzinger

Red Hot 2010

2010

really, really, really
Really wanna open Pandora's box (yeah)
I can tell by the look in your eye
That you know, that you know how to make it hot
I'm in

Churchill girls are suckers for a farewell kiss
From the barefoot diplomats on the Jersey strip
In the hot summer heat of the evening sun
There was

are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My

Pull her hair by the roots
I'm a rude boy

Yeah that's a buckshot

The Mic
Back on the mic again
How The Mic use the mic
Without the mic actually being

on my dick because errything gold

No bitch I don't wanna see you I'm hot than a bitch
Imma bust off the meter
I'm hot but I'm cold now they all want

Dr dre and Eminem y'all killed it
Need to get that collab come on!
Ha, ha, ha! Ya know what time it is, yeah?
It's Dax! Oh my God, god, god
Ayy, yuh

Get Right

Busta Rhymes

Gun Talk, Vol. 5 [21 Tracks]

King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot

like ash, You lame styles I cough And laugh
You mad at me cause you Was raised by a fag off in Drag
I'm in Tucson, where it's Hot like there's 2 suns
See

Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea this shit just make you wanna dance huh
Yea
Yea
M F more flames i'm a hot boy
Yea
Yea
Ha
Ha
Ha

Yea, M F more flames i'm ah

can't park
Least my dead wife never saw
Her turn out retarded (how rude?)
Never saw Michelle turn juvenile culprit
Disobeys me to stay up late
And watch

need to taste it

Gimmie what I want 
Boy gimmie what I want 
Ain't got much time 
Better make it hot
Gimmie what I want 
Gimmie gimmie what I want 
Put

know i Aint running look i got millions on my mind
A gun within reach of me everytime i take a ride
So many depend of me boy i promise i cant dieeee
Slow

raised him up and they kill to reconcile
He was a Shorty but he helped em make the bodies pile
Now the first boy was super meek and never street
His homie

mentioned
With the greats, you know
The Pacs and Bigs and the Hovs and Nas
And I rap a lot, just a "geto" boy
A young juvenile, boy the block is hot
You can't