sixes Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
walk up in the building 'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores I make it hot, floodin'
love until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill one fellow dies in his click then it's all hell Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse took hot
it?s a blessing soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive had used the main leathers (leathers,
re not a still creep Ain't no stoppin' me ever you best move Live oh ghetto record with no redemption World wide critics acclaim my big moves Show time main
me on CCTV And them pussyole boys told on me Can't understand why these boys keep snitchin' Can't understand why these boys keep bitchin' Now I'm hot
, aye, aye So why dat haffi print out Mi haffi hide inna mi car whey tint out Jesum, all di while deh Yuh mek di whole a main street crew go crazy Gaddamn, you hot
been thinkin about is money needs to get earned, I put the track on pause something needs to get burned, My head will not turn, Im loyal to a hot firm
was the king if the alley I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash I was the pimp's main prophet
I hear tell there's big fun tonight On the corner of Main and Dog-Meat-Bite Friday midnights would not be right Without Redd's hot party and a nasty fight
Unh Okay, I got sixteen bars Fifteen left comin' Upside down Yeah niggas still on it I don't chase macs I can get it when I want And my side chick look like nigga main
Water Wippin Microwave ? In Da Kitchen [Chours x2] [Verse 2:] I Ain't Gon Say No Names But I'm Tell You Bout This Insident Undercover Informent Tryin To Play Innocent Hot
and all I'm up to no good They say I'm fuckin all the broads but really I'm not I just got my name too hot Tossed too many hoes wit niggas that talk
tell me who's the victim So what is really what, is really what If the funk don't move your butt And if the box don't make you hot And if the cats don
ice She like the sunshine of my life 'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing Word, you
of milk and honey There's a date you gotta sell it by Otherwise it just expires and spoils And these folks jump out the pot When the water too hot '
"What'd you do last night?" "We did umm, two whole cars It was me, Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All
84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot