Lyrics:
Hit The Record Button
Its Kocky baby
Yea
Hot Potato hot potato hot
PLEASE
Hot Daammit
Yea
If getting fresh its always W.E.T
Black drippage at its
Lead me straight to the back
But she said she only want that hot rod
Something she can jump on top of
She said she only want that hot rod
Something she
be out late
hot rods and cool women, they come alive in the dead of night
'Cross the river past the city limits
Hey Cindy Cindy, girl I like your style
Life is just a V8 with extractors plated in chrome
It helps you get there faster
But it's no help if you're alone
Life is like a hot rod with
Hot Rod on wheels
(No, I'm not)
A good game of arrows, a few dozen barrels
The Nautilus rusts in the yard
The Yorkshire he's yearning but because
Hot Rod on wheels
(No, I'm not)
A good game of arrows, a few dozen barrels
The Nautilus rusts in the yard
The Yorkshire he's yearning but because
Times been getting hard so i keep a rod
I feel better when sleeping with it
I done gained hella scars coming outta wars But i can't be defeated with
for you
The Rods were born in 1982
Wild Dogs we crank it up for
Wild Dogs, Hurricane, Crank it up
Rock Hard, Violation, Power Lover
Hot City, Born
read Playboy magazine and Hot-Rod News
There's Patience Proper and Prudence Prim
You oughta see 'em do the swim
They come from Anaheim, Azusa,
for new 'Sace to drop
I can't lie, I'm more bigger than Pac
Been lowkey, man, the city too hot
I'm somewhere, finna pull off the lot
I'm somewhere
Sets up, chest out, in and out, in and out
Lift your arm, lift your arm, in a circle, in a circle
Swang out, hang out, bang out
Show these
Time into no thot thot
Tomo a draft pick
Pull up in that hot rod
Doing mad tricks
I don't smoke any zaza
So please don't ask me
Riding round backseat
and raised down here, best believe I'm dyin here
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
For all my rebels ridin dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods, no
the fishes, niggas know I'm a shark
How you go big on big on large? (Go)
'Member we was walkin' on feet? No car
Remember we was broke in a circle, on God
waited on my call
Overcame a lot and I did it on my own
Ima make my city hot and I put that on my own
Gang with me understand them things with me
They gave
Be with me and you'll see
The only secrets that I keep
Be with me and together we'll leave
A first class trip to diamond city
(First class trip)
Niggas got me on my Brooklyn shit
Aye, what I told 'em? I said
Being hot get you the MVP
Stayin' hot get you the Hall Of Fame
It's Loso (Brooklyn
the niggas do or die
Representin' like a dream
'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew
Uh, uh, uh
As I crack dice from one hood to the next
Doin'
here I am anyway I might be back to slangin' grams any day
And if this record flop well I'll be back wit' a bomb of heart
Wit' see-Rod and the squad this
Yeah
Let's take it down south
This one's going out to all the city boys
I grew up overshadowed by vast nooks
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl
of gasoline
Fiending for the times of you and me
She was my hot rod facade
I was the bumper falling off
I'm riding down the road in the city
I'm hoping that you
Hot Rod!
Ayy
I came here to chew bubble gum and kick ahh
And I'm all outta bubble gum
Ridin' roun town, and you know I got my pole wit me
Crackas
that unicorn on the road to love!
I'm on the road, I'm on the road to love
I'm on the road, I'm on the road to love
Get your hot rods ready to rumble
What do you know about this mask character?
Homicides on my city
Boy it's hot on the block
Gotta keep switching whips
From the Benz to the drop
Im
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