Lyrics:
It's W!LL on the beat
Moly God
Goated for the
Goated, Goated, Goated for the track
This that hot shit, play it on track
This that dope shit, kill em'
My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin',
if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln."
Have you heard the story of the hot rod
chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone love
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When, I come through, bustin'
Everybody on, the block be, runnin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot
I pull a hunnid five on the I in my
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull
I need it right now
Pull up with the guys we in the limelight now
No time for fist fights we catching flights right now
New pack in we get it off by
tenor
Off-white like a Jenner
She drink hot tea in the winter
(Wait,Why?)
Cause she need coat for her throat
(For that throat) ooh
Suck on me like
(Berge always flexin')
(It's Malik on the track)
I seen murders, I seen killings, I seen all that shit (yeah)
Mane, fuck that shit tell 'em Starr
I here about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up yo
Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
I want the whole world to hear this
doin damage on a 24 track
With confusion to finish my conclusion
Arhytomatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't take what I got coz I'll be takin it right
didn't only hope
You ever did flourish
As if I didn't always know
To show up give you more this
Hot tracks
You couldn't melt the handprints
I've got
Yo, Jam Boy Magic, Mr. Fantastic
Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted
Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard
Half smooth criminal
the Arrival
Of a brand new beginning in an upward spiral
Hand picked by God in the land of facade
This country's at a crossroad, hold to the iron rod
Hate's
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
on the back of the placemat,
And mark with an 'X' where the testing was based at.
Roll all the coins in the jar by the radiator,
Then we can drop off
serious Don't
get ill,
go and get curious Enough about that, let's get on to somethin' better
And if
it gets warm, take off the hot sweater And if
fucks?
Plane to dubai im at the airport 6 am
Go to the river and beat my wife
Drink a beer and i make her revive
Catch a fish with my rod, suckers 30
Chase N cashe can the drummer get some, huh?
Indeed, phat tracks, good weed
Anthrax, you know we loud
Baby the band's back smokin' hash
Now my
If you're not flippin' cuts like DJ Romes
Well then you're not representin' with the LPs
If you're not droppin' tracks like Madlib
Then you're not
If you're not flippin' cuts like DJ Romes
Well then you're not representin' with the LPs
If you're not droppin' tracks like Madlib
Then you're not
over one hundred and one degrees
And speaking of hot y'all, we're back with another new hit song
Microwave, by Casey Jones II and FARO, that's coming
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it
Redman, method man, lady luck, def jam
Erick and Parrish millennium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down
Yo!
Discuss these hot rod jam by off track Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In