Lyrics:
Squeezin' like Freddie Foxx, and his two glocks
Rocks don't impress niggas who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the B.E.P, we
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
Em said he a god, Miley out here twerking
I walked in Def Jam, wasn't no black folks working
Soul is Robin Thicke, Adele's that too
Justin
can’t stop
I’m hot
Hotter than hot
Cuz i’m going to the top
I’m the one you can’t stop
Background vocals by classy silhouette
Hotter than a hot fudge
can't talk at all and have to cry
Oh, I'm gettin' off track
Or maybe I should just go and
Finish that like No Life Shaq
You want to know what pisses me
Yo Sonus
This chune a bad yanno!
Cheese!
Kwasi Manni, Jasmine
Come let's jam to this banger
Pretty girl inna mi corner
Is too hot bae fi this
Rockin' jams, by popular demand, I'm back
I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From
and dee sliding out in a damn hummer
Ayyyee if popping out with Rod its Hot
Hot
Baby are you for the gang or you not
I hear niggas making statements a lot
the sack
Waiting to get on the track
That's imagery in rap
Matched by symmetry in patts
To the telemetry, elementary
Facsimile of fact
When the Polar Bear
no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how
Floorfiller
Floorfiller
Floorfiller
Hey Mr. DJ in case you forgot
I came to get down
So you better make it hot
'Cause I can't jump around
(word)
Aight, well dig this here (walk with me, walk with me, walk with me)
First of all keep your mind on the things you want
And off the things you
cannot stop
Won't take my foot off of they necks
Bruh How Do you think I'm on top
I'm bout to drop
The top on the Bentley, it's hot I had to go ice out my
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
More fighting words
Let me get my heart on track like beta blockers, Sega be my jam, BOOM SHAKALAKA
This song lets me know who the real ones are, I'm
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
My flow
Mike Love What Up? DJ Enuff
Foreal(Pharrell) That's my favorite producer by the way
That's why I had to rap on this 'cause
His tracks is Better Than
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