we too hot New verses please, c'mon Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Hoo, hoo, hoo, hot damn My how the boys grow
pheasant Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flower Spit hot fire like Dylan on Chappelle skit Yea, smell it on my unicorn, don't snort the white
Shoulda pad 'em down no one will fold both thumbs And eight fingers to square with Joe Young Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron For white boys to snowboard
vibe, kinda like voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we wanna do We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your program Fuckin' all your bitches, we
touch the Monolith, delinquent Up in that crack like white squaw for the weekend and I sunk your Battleship Parked in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola
, we're airtight Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, some to scare some the bear type but we rock mics and jams, like gats we cock twice Runnin with the pretty boys
pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To
hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen Duece times 5, that's my type women Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5
roth boys in the building tonight oh whatta feeling im feelin nice if you only live once and theres only one life then tonight might as well be the night white
that happen often off in riverdale georgia You gone pay the life you live off in riverdale georgia They gone lay yo ass out rock you to sleep like a baby Hit squad shawty in the hood we
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jams with voice of Hoffa Chill, slap shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!) Uncle got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo Start cursin out white boys
Shrooming, hell nah, that's what the white boys be doing) I got room in the jeep, we can mash a few down Eat a few bags of shit and we could mash up a
't hold me right I got MC's fending for me all day and night I could care less if ya on me if ya black or white See, all that matters when you rock me
live you stole We're all through talking and a messing around And now it's time to rock and roll Well, these colors don't run and we speak as one When we say united we
know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me Balls and that's all I need, smoking bitches crossing me When I kill you niggas we can all live
the mist of a bidding war And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit Yes the boys are back at it Come holler at us, the boys are back
light Light off in that spot, known that we could rock Doin' the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like freeze, we makin' the crowd move but we