PMS Like a bitch, I would know And you overthink Always speak cryptically I should know That you're no good for me 'Cause you're hot then you're cold
, two, two, one, one MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house With Beastie Boys, we can turn
It's hot here, gotta say it's so I got you right where I want Got an honest face so you turn your back When in doubt, run up your attack At one time
Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser Back on the mic is the anti-depresser Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes we need this The best is yet to come
was blacked out I was cracked out, I was caved in You should have seen all these portals that I've powered up in Started recreational It ended kinda medical It came on hot
I get dirty dirty like mud Leave one ta bust And dirty dirty slugs rush Now hush and everybody keep the noise down See uptown bout to bring all of you boys
none of them (?) jackers ain't gone test Lil' Wayane 'cause I...I clear the set messin' wit' me With the blood claw.....lawd(lord) (repeat 3x) Hot Boys
[Lil Wayne] I got popped in 94' them people caught me with some coke But I pleaded as a user so the judge let me go Now I'm back on the streets with six
in convertable rolls royce with the hb's Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me Fuckin' right nigga I raised the b.g. That's why I'm a hot boy on
Bullets fly by cha cha blow in the wind One after another, another, & another How dey come slippin'n out the clip See 'em flip hm hm hum B.g.: u see how hot boys
f*ck the world Chorus 2x [Turk] Niggas be wantin' to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million? Own boys
(hot, hot,) we on fire Them niggaz is the (hot, hot,) we on fire Them niggaz is the (hot, hot,) we on fire Them niggaz is the (hot, hot,) we on fire!
(Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire!
dem boys at war I say dem boys at war, I say dem boys at war I say dem Hot Boys niggas, yeah, dem boys at war Nigga what, what, walk it like you talk
there bad, that's why niggas wanna bust yo head, and them hoes done thrown in that stupid shit that you said, now you runnin to yo family, and yo boys
thug thang daily 380 tucked under the seat of the S-Class Shots rip your chest fast I'm a mother fucking mess man Street niggaz fo sho A fire Hot Boy
it's, ah, ah You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way A hot boy that's who I be's
What's happening? The Hot Boys got some feelings They like to get off they chest And if these niggaz feel like we feel Then y'all niggaz real 'Cause we
