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The Neptunes - Hot lyrics
Hey 'rell this beat is.. (hot)(hot) You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (hot) It go hot waistDesert taste Four pounds of metal, triangle face Hesitate never, I'll put hole in whoever Don't make Push Russian Roulette ya Gamble with your life Change came from cocaine I've measured White was the treasure, comfort was the steel I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street They measure my weight in Richter Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake By all means I've seen I've lived By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimm My dreams start over the stove I ran over the globe and back again Hey 'rell this beat is.. (hot)(hot) You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain They call me 'sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (hot) Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in Or a window to throw it out of I'm filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though Iceberg on the seams of jeans no I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man Delta 88 on rims man, with mirror tint And four of my most militant men whose trying to stay sucker free That's why they hang around me, cause I ain't prints Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch I choose a mag before that attached 100 shot clip I scare the shit out of bank tellers so I can become rich That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, you're doing great Keep chillin while I'm flashing the glock in their face I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning But the Lord knows I have three children Now I'm somewhere in Utah relaxing to Jazz with a broad Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far! Hey 'rell this beat is.. (hot)(hot) You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (hot) let it let it let it I'm starting wit the man in the mirror i’M asking to make that change That real dough, that point something paper Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit Look 'Bonic really been through shit Pay close attention when Boo spit Uh, lack a that'll get you hit And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around Nigga front like he want his car spin around Window drop block pop spin around Niggaz stand up looking for 'em sit em down And ya see em laid out That's why when I was young I stayed out And plus being pussy ya niggaz is played out I made means to get that cream We all playas all they say is how you get that team Hey 'rell this beat is.. (hot)(hot) You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (hot) Hey 'rell this beat is.. (hot)(hot) Lucas gijsberts |
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