the hottest on your side of the equator Me and Weez down in MIAM We acting stupid Damn Call the whip Soulja Boy, doors do the Superman (YOUOO) Ya thats the superman we
we on now 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck, yeah That's what we on now A country girl and a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now When the sticks
somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials Horrified, and keep on
Talkin bout the greatest better throw him on the list too (who) Way at the top even stopped dreamin even in the offseason Im steamin (hot) Hurry up somebody better check our temperature On the fire
Dave, this a monster When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when the beast come
to strapped to blow a back These are the tools of the trade that we use to get paid When we cruise on escapades and escalades with guns to blaze We
noise With VA and Detroit boys We're here to make noise We're here to make noise Nigga, we're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys Come on, come on
is on take the uniform, we perform Shit like gangs are now born check for new dawn Fuck a U Conn, you been warned, we the realest We never were conned
keepin' 'em from speachin' tell 'em seeks The false preacher and I step like a shadow on your way to hot concrete And ovserve my peoples in the essence every weekend We
man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put me on the track and
's on lock motherfucker. Yo zane, come on come on come on come on come on what what what what.... Chorus: I got my top down (top down) My nigga hot
You know we keep it true, we keep it true We keep it true, we keep it true You know we keep it true, we got to keep it true We got to keep it true We
the streets, it's the D R E It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your
'cause we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass go boom But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room "Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your
We got a theory, see like, we got a theory about magic and miracles. That?s right? If magic is all we ever known then it?s easy to miss what really goes
niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat Original bad boys, nigga, even Puff know We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it We just mad that him
on TV and balling you wouldn't groan and trip he'd keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip ?? with a chrome thing on