(We On Fire) Lil' Wayne & B.G. (We On Fire) Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (
Übersetzung: Hot Boys. Up (We On Fire) Fired.
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga Hot Boys play tha game raw nigga Don't slip up play
G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse Told them haters we was
We makin maximum wages Let me tell u about bayou classic how we played it We hit Canal (Canal Street) so deep click so strong Every vehicle we rode in was on
hear about the young thugs, The Hot Boys, that's who the are Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut Nigga don't think cause we young, we
do you like a German Shepard Take you home and get you hot and hot and get you butt naked On the floor on the bed leg on the dresser Bend you out and wear you out on
gutta When them ghetto boys making up like [? ] We servin' you niggas the worst, pass the cup for the minimum We send it, insert it into 'em - Up in ya
have we done? Lord what have we done (done)? Look what we've done! Look what we've become! Lord what have we become? (come) [Chorus] [Wish Bone:] Richest
girl I love, girl I love you) Looking for your hot stuff Baby, I need it Looking for your hot stuff Baby, tonight I want your hot stuff I got to
to prayer Al Queda's on his knees. Isac vs. Ishmael. Allah vs. Christ. [...] on the offense picking up the beat. There's celebratory fire And a purple
waiting on Get up, get it up Yup, that's what's up Giving just what you want To the maximum Uh oh, here we go (here we go) You can tell when the
on Get up get it rough, yup that's what's up Givin' just what you love to the maximum Uh-oh (Uh-oh) Here we go (Here we go) What to do when the music
if you feel me put your hands up Hood(put em up, put em up, put em up) My hood niggas can you feel me(I gave you we taking over) I'm so hood And It you
bang Man we the best never the less, you know we get it hot Fire flame flame, fire fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a really let a muthafucka feel
still inside [Jumpsteady] "We were up there eight months. We were living in the desert drinking hot-ass water, one hundred and forty degree weather. Wondering whether we
my word and became a friend of me now you're just a enemy [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up just to trouble
motherfuckin hoes! [Ice-T] Made another car-hit 30 Killers on the hip, ready to rock, packin, eggin and Glocks Man connections who trips the question Niggaz on
