Wayne) In my section it be off the heezy And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy What the deal (Juvenile) Well in my section They got nothing
Übersetzung: Hot Boys. Meine Section.
] In my section it be off the heezy And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy What the deal [Juvenile] Well in my section They got nothing but
in the air While you do that dance, and let me get behind you While you in front of my man, in front of your man Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my
be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin' Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot
just talk it wit my mouth I back it up wit my vow Before Jimmy cut the check, it was 50 on my neck And over 50 in my ear, I'm the Rookie of the Year I
the rug, lift off my publishin' Jet to Miami, I chuggle-lug the beat Fiends beepin' me, I erase and delete (Come on) Surrounded my palm trees and sound
Tha Block is Hot Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block on fire, nigga what about yours? Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block on
off top I see you roll in yo compressor I snatch that ass hot boys one lesser I see you roll in yo compressor I snatch that ass hot boys one lesser Yes
newest choice and Nike's be tha shoe of choice candy paint, 24's boosters, hoes, and licka stores (ghetto, so fu**ing ghetto) chorus (1X) verse 3 tomboys, hot boys
chiselled body of Kim Beazley My theory is, never touch the mic quite serious A kid goes out on dates later than their next period My crews got it made
with the .40 cal under the seat Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out Friday come, you and you have your money out Son, my gun'll bring
You know tonight, I am feeling a little out control is this me, you wanna get crazy, because I don't give a... Boys call you sexy (What's up, sesy) And
the laws behind my Lam', think they could catch me I think not, I'ma mash to the spot Turning corners hitting blocks, got the sturning wheel hot Alright catch a flight, hot
I still got my ghetto stripes I creep and peep Keep my hand on my heat I ain't gon' let no bitch nigga steal me I got a world My main hoe pregnant with
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
I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin' Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot
saw some hype (saw some hype) She looked kinda throwed to me (she looked kinda throwed yeah) She was all up in my grill (my grill) So I showed her my
