-c-coolin? Girl, ya got me Red hot, red hot and ready Ya know I can?t stop Caught in the middle of love, you got me Red hot, red hot and ready Girl ya
Übersetzung: Y \u0026amp; T. Red Hot And Ready.
hot boy Kid a hot boy, Is you a hot boy Red a hot boy, Is you a hot boy Chopper City hot boys, We some hot boys Wide Open hot boys, We some hot boys
girl Dorinda: Right here and now is what its all about Bring out the crowd were ready steady strong and proud Chanel: Were lot it shows no stopping us were in the zone red hot
: Y'all ready for this? Ha! I don't think so! Yeah! Oh, listen to this! We gonna come at ya! [Redman] Cypress Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump
it, ready to bust somethin cryptic That's when my body lifted And landed on the bed, I tossed and turned and shifted Into a different position and crepepin
knives too More sharp, and ready to outslice you About 5 dudes, waitin outside for you And what's inside is coming outside you Get me drunk, and I'll
knots Cause I got things that'll pop yo top And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in
Rae... I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck? Close the blinds and shit!
t wanna trouble you But hopped her big ass in your BMW Hopped to her house and started kissin And Jimmy just wouldn't listen Cos you got real horny And that ain't
And I played another beat, and I played another beat. And I remember that GuccI bucket, he took it and like put it over his face and made one of them
: Uh, U.N.I.T.Y., U.N.I.T.Y. that's a unity U.N.I.T.Y., love a black man from infinity to infinity (Who you calling a bitch?) U.N.I.T.Y., U.N.I.T.Y.
be ready when they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and youse gone, up outta here for good Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me
thang I had, and I put it in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on
housin, Baby Bam Lee just bouncin Make me wanna crack a 40 ounce and, and straight get LOUD and Chase her blouse and, turn her out cause I know we rockin
the schoolin Y'all got y'all, sneakers and beepers, your dutches and reefas We got our, eight tracks and sneakers, our hookers and reefers My work is,
big shot - don't plot on my ones I carry the (Faith) like Big 'Pac ? I carry the weight See y'all don't get too carried away, and pay me what my salary