Übersetzung: Hot Chocolate. What Kinda Boy Youre Für Lookin.
, well I see you on Wednesdays all the time You come in every Wednesday on your lunch break, I think And you always order the special, with the hot chocolate
I see you on Wednesdays all the time You come in every Wednesday on your lunch break, I think And you always order the special with the hot chocolate
nothin new It's been like that, way before you Was even born, get up from the down stroke Chocolate City for the black folks Say it loud in ya hot pants
, I could stay there for days Why you so cute? Why you so big? Why you bullshitin'? Come and deal with a pimp Put your bags in the trunk, holla at your boy
care about is you. What kinda boy you're lookin' for girl? Must he be just like your favourite movie star? What kinda boy you're lookin' for girl? Could you give your
for the hell of it, just for the yell I get Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (Smell it) They want my bod, here's the hot rod (Hot rod) Twelve inches
motherfuckers how to shake it down You ready for this one? check it out [verse 2] When I spit hot potato, I was peepin tommy boy But didn't wanna be
to shake it down You ready for this one? Check it out [Verse 2] When I spit hot potato, I was peepin Tommy Boy But didn't wanna be the the next act
x: Scratched by DJ Unknown) Get your ass in the car. Ho hold it now. For when? For what? I ain't guilty! Get your ass in the car. You're coming with
You don't know I buy my gun just for me to toss Fuck what it costs, I don't care what kind of drop you pushin' I put my fifteen to your top and dump
my arm look like Popeye Till the day is bye-bye Till then 300G fly by rented So foggy windows look tinted We just be lookin' at your Rolley at dem hot
wop Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop Come back quarter roll hole in your top The hoe love the way I put her toes in a knot Blows in her spot, middle finger rows your
My words too strong, bars too powerful And your towel can't dry you when the dumdums shower you Your mad because your garbage and your lyrics is boring And your
hot chocolate And my manager be tripping and stuff Talking bout we gotta use water But I always use some milk and cream for you Cause I think you're kinda
and speeding on the road with the wop. (whooo!) Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop; Come back quarter roll hole in your top! (BLAAAT!) {AAAAHHH! }
for days Ooooooooooooooooh [Snoop Dogg] Why you so cute, why you so big Why you bullshitin', come and deal with a pimp Put your bags in the trunk, holla at your boy
