Lyrics:
it, falls, remember it, drops, drops, drops.
Go get it, country really, hot, hot, hot.
Wanna see you on the floor, let me show you what we've got.
zsa gabor
Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
So let's get high off
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
fuck yeah!
They won't know what's hit them until it's hit them!
Let's get them now, look at them run!
Look at them following our orders, they're so dumb!
'Cause once the grits is hot, yo they're good as got
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
Brother tell another about the real grits getters
drippin' sweat
Havin' hot flashes and shit
Over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots
Let me rub you down baby girl, you know you're hot (I know I'm hot)
Let me cool you down baby girl, you know you're hot (I know I'm hot)
Let me put
let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggas get Nathans
Fuckin' 'round with Jason, that shorty
Yeah, please Don't Be Alarmed
By The Far Footsteps You Hear
Coming Up From The Rear
It's Only A One Man Army
Carter, Me, That's Who
Eh, John Just Let
Pussy, I ain't even know that you rap (let's get it, L's)
Shooters gon' pull up in that whack shit, yeah
Drive by and star in an action, yeah
Dump
A couple of cocktails'll send me to jail
There's a couple of cops hot on my trail
But this time, when I get pulled over
There's a Doberman Pinscher
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
Barker
Back to the beat, see we gotta go
Hit you with the fire trucks, everybody better know
That we 'bout to let it blow and we gotta get it yo
T Braxton heat, track I burn
While you go left, I make a right turn
(I'm Hot) Def Squad no one does it better
If it gets hot take off the hot sweater
it at the top
Yo, Way up
Know Ya did and your waiting on the needle drop
From the Hood Spot
To the Car Lot
Get your bread up while it’s nice and hot
to heal while you've been by yourself with your soul barred.
Hope It's true it's been too long
My pain is too great and I have nowhere to belong.
My
drag down (exactly!)
Con-do-lee get conned
When they think they're the cunning one (it's all one big con)
Neighbor you won't con
An honest john
Barker
Back to the beat, see we gotta go
Hit you with the fire trucks, everybody better know
That we 'bout to let it blow and we gotta get it yo
A couple of cocktails'll send me to jail
There's a couple of cops hot on my trail
But this time, when I get pulled over
There's a Doberman Pinscher
John, micapo
Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!
The east is like the wild west without the showdown!
Them niggas be like, "what
lay it on down
Just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That that nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes, let's get it
shoot me down while I'm coming up
Murdering my beats Machine Gun Kell's gonna shoot it up
Hit my line, get denied, saucing dimes on the line
With my guys
John Holt and Alton Ellis and Baby Wayne
And Major Worries dem ina fire
Big up Vybz Kartel and Buju Banton
Shaggy and Sean Paul dem a champion
Now
the ultimate nigga with the hot shit
The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in
Let me begin, express it
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