sale, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale [Spoken:] They're too hot
: Red Hot Red Hot Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girl,
for sale, I mean Yes she got 'em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale #They too hot, boy# Hot tamales and they red hot
to the fam... Fendi. You needa stop, you're not hot, you're a burning match That means the end is near soon, copy that? Oh, I see...they really got you
these heartless fools is steady comin' after my P So many phony niggaz lovin' to hate Sean So many cheddar niggaz comin' after my cheese Is it my car that they're
It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy
a jack Two brothers strolled up talkin' 'bout get out Donald D blazed shot one fool through his fuckin' mouth Why would they step when they know we're
Ridin' in the drop top with the top down Saw you switchin' lanes, girl Pull up to the red light, lookin' right Come here, let me get your name, girl
hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I've got
, I get it Theres something about the way I did it Like there's nothing to it [Chorus] You don't wanna see a n-gga doing bad My eyes turn red than I'
Blood gang, red zone And I'm with Jay Sean Put ya lighters in the air Let 'em burn into the sky And let everybody know That you're with it and you're
fam', Fendi you need to stop, you're not hot, you're a burning match that means the end is near soon, copy that oh I see, they really got you gassed
in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans, kick them off they might be hot, swish I'm swimming in the yellow bitch In the red, 9-11 looking devilish Red beam
child of God All black diamonds, times were hard New Rolls Royce, guess, you made it, nigga All white neighborhoods, you they favorite nigga My top back like J.F.K. They
club is over?, yo, we say, ?Di jam dun? When you're thinkin' about the west, we thinkin' about Red 1 Big ups an' salutations to the Figure IV crew When you're
don?t love me but she keep insisting Brain so good it?s hard to keep my distance Red carpet entrance play clothes fashion Nose in the air I smell a Chanel Platinum Re
the skies You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes Why you standin' there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while you're hot, that