Lyrics:
heart?
Can it be torn apart?
Don't turn your back on me
'Cause baby, can't you guess by now, you're gonna be in misery?
If it's too hot, you're too
feelin' young
Them habaneros make me cry
Till two hot tamales walk on by
Sportin' that Red Voodoo style
Talkin' 'bout Red Voodoo style
They got some
runnin' too fast
Red beam on her boy, we runnin' him down, now we on your ass
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
Lil' nigga, I'm bout to bake, no
And I got birds flyin' south, boy
Yeah, I'm too "Brrr" to be a Hot Boy
I got them birds by the flock, boy
Yeah, I'm too cold to be a Hot Boy
I'm too
I know is the block was hot
Block was hot
Can't tell me if it's real or not
All I know is the block was hot
We seeing colors like
Red, Cuz
Crip
Mark 8:36
Don't lose your soul
Not Oz or O
Same spirit
I'll swing this pole
Don't lose your soul
Hot or cold
Stop or go
Red light
Green light
Red
start feelin' young
Them habaneros make me cry
'Til two hot tamales walk on by
Sportin' that
Red voodoo smile
Talkin' 'bout
Red voodoo
They
Damn Blocky you got the sauce
Pull up with a beam and it's hot (and it's hot)
Pull up with the heat and it's hot (and it's hot)
Pull up got the heat
up, without a pot to piss in
Is it me, or is the rap game different?
Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance
Thinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too
the business and I run to flow
[TLC]
'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too
fallin' from the sky look strange
The ghetto is red hot, we steppin' on flames
Yo, it's inflation on the price for fame
And it was all the same, but then
fallin' from the sky look strange
The ghetto is red hot, we steppin' on flames
Yo, it's inflation on the price for fame
And it was all the same, but then
I be in that red zone
Help make that bitch a red zone
I aint bangin so you kno
You might catch me wit some red on
Dont say my name on that damn phone
fallin' from the sky look strange
The ghetto is red hot, we steppin' on flames
Yo, it's inflation on the price for fame
And it was all the same, but then
You aint sicker than me I'm too ill
On another level than you I'm too skilled
This is like the Matrix red or blue pill
Nigga this shit like
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
That be the reason Know that I'm hot
This my story I'm building my wealth
That girl red flag flag flag
Make me jump jump jump
Now we charged charged up
pink
I love that gangsta red
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too
Badabadabe badabadaba
Badabadabe badabadaba
Too hot to touch (Its to hot to touch its to hot to touch)
Too hot to touch (Its to hot to touch its
made our way
A little patience, the time we pray
Can't imagine that this love is through
Feelin' the pain, girl when you lose
Oh it's too hot, too
made our way
A little patience, the time we pray
Can't imagine that this love is through
Feelin' the pain, girl when you lose
Oh it's too hot, too
made our way
A little patience, the time we pray
Can't imagine that this love is through
Feelin' the pain, girl when you lose
Oh it's too hot, too
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Too hot, too hot, too hot, lady
Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for safety
Too hot, too hot, too hot, lady
Gotta cool the finger, or the mess we
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