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
翻訳: ホットボーイズ. 私のセクション.
] 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
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
'ma pluck ya Struck ya, wasn't beware of the head busters Head busters, wig splitters, one time Hot boys committin' that crime Welcome to the section of the hot boys
Talkin all about the how? how come my car done look better than his? how come he standin there Broke when i got my money in my fish, shit, its plain
anybody who can fight the fan Spit, crack, put the pipe in their ears And my boys have the nigga broke down in a second Shots split a clown into sections
Ayo, I been spittin' this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My Magnum Force
HELLO, GOOD MORNING [SECRETARIES ENTER, WHISTLING] BOYS: Hello, good morning! GIRLS: Good morning, hello! BOYS: How are you this very lovely day? GIRLS: I feel very well, sir. BOYS
my diamonds r casted rims wrapped in plastic im in outer space chillin wit the jetsons my flow is profected my goons over protective smokin presidental
