Lyrics:
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Heart skip a beat whenever the bass drop
My shit is quakin
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
stu is all that I do
blower stay tucked I'll aim it at you
If I'm shootin at you then I'm gone get you
Stuntin like my daddy yea call me lil Wayne
Wit
get the raw, I'ma ball like spaghetti
It's getting hot in here, the block be hot
No not Nelly you can keep the Rari
I'd rather have a Chevy
I don't want
It's gravy, nigga, believe it
You hot? Fuck it
Hot as a firecracker (it's gravy too)
I got a MAC in this bag
So?
What you got?
Glock
Look
Big Tymer ya heard
I cut on Tha Block Is Hot
You better sing every word
I like my women topless, Bentley topless
Twenties spotless, mm hmm, stop it
Me
No no no no
On the way to the top we holding the spot
Its all in the science air rise when its hot
Wayne and Biggs how we move on the block
Eric
Bruce Wayne
Spot up and dunk on your block like a 2 way
And no we ain't playing no 2k
No we ain't caring what you say
Drank in my cup and I'm feeling like
lock
They gone sleep on me till I put em to a dead rest
Wayne is the greatest I been feeling like the next best
Got my music booming up in NYC
niggas is pussies I can’t feel em
(Yeah yeah)
Swear that lil D’lo that nigga
If I spin the block all the rounds gonna hit em
Fuck the range, target
on a nigga, block my homies, get to Bussin
Bussin', bussin', I'm sippin' Robitussin
Yeah, I fuck with lil bro, but he is not my cousin
Cousin, cousin, I fuck
back the hell up
(I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is
Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz
It is off the lid, spot's type crazy
Cats up in here got more
Screaming free my nigga
Til he is a fucking free boi
On the block, on the block
We was some fucking decoys
Playing 'round with them drugs
Running
baller blocking
cnd we getting cash money
Got the block hot when
Every time we drop some new heat
The streets locked in
Pay my momma back with
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
INTRO
This is why I’m hot
Lemme connect the dots
Flow sound like butter that’s been meltin in a pot
This is why im hot
Incase you forgot
They fuck
And Lil Wayne was working harder too
All of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
If you from Texas and a Screw head when I wrote
Wayne son the block is hot
I was told didn't believe til I walk in the spot
I seen feens all up n down the block
Talkin bout posed on the block 50 in
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full
The only way we get it only
Way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip
Off
that
Yeah bitch I'm
Hot like fire Aaliyah
My pussy is the truth
And they believe her
I be so damn hot
I run fevers
Cinderella pet
I'm just tryna get
My
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