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, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls Hot spot Bar y'all Alright Our world Hot spot Bar y'all Alright Our world
strip, until I reach the margin Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty white boys
cause i had all the baskin ass fo fo them hoes to face him back got a left nut and a face of cash Ying Yang Twis and them Dirty boys on the top gun shot
maybe more I like I like Red strobe light hot boys dirty minds when you crossed my way I like to like just you and I touched at first sight And the world
a choice, I never really spoke a lot I never had a voice until I started making noise I went from running with my boys to crushing niggas round the world
That You Wanna Buy Yh Take That Dont Stop Give It To E'm Girl So Hot Gotta Brand New Shit Back now Gotta Say Hello Good Morning Spending Dirty Money
, stop lying Co coi coi, clak clak clak clak clak Gun man music never take shot back Co coi coi, clak clak clak clak clak Ghetto red hot 'round the world
the strip, until I reach the margin Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty white boys
to fuck everybody in the world--Michael Jackson! [hehe]! A shot of Tequila gets 'em real hot! I blow the dozier; ride the hot rod! Squirt like the wipers on my hot
said, "Boys, I'm Big John's Cajun Queen Now I didn't come here to argue or waste anybody's time I just came to get my man from your dirty old mine 'Cause
ask Y It might be different time zones connections and situations But what would this world be without a heavy rotation I turn it up, ain't this a bitch, Hot
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow Big Tymers, Hot Boys Nigga CMR, nigga CMR Repeat 1 [Juvenile] Now you boys
Papa Rue (4 Real) And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money! COME DOWN! Chorus: (Papa Rue) Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda the Hot Boys
we call hard hitters We uptown riders and we real with this nigga Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit But a 100 bullet shells without a fuckin' fingerprint This hot
Now we can't lose fo' sho' Ya'll niggaz wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades
I dont even care if they what little bitty I get on my knees and I thank the Lord whip them boys down with my microphone cord swore to the world diamonds
your life You gotta be like Bush and take pre-emptive strikes And the boys from the hood are always hard Let alone in Mogadishu it's a mastered art If you bring the world