Lyrics:
gotta have it
Don't need a suit for this acid
Illuminating, glowing hazardous
Flamboilent, she is burning hot
Outta sense, bout to neck
Red lights, Green
just tryna live by some principles
(man why?)
We love Him can't get enough of him
So that's the God we living for
Because of who He is
If I'm worth
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Atop the news this evening this just in!
Thanks Bob!
Due to extreme technology advancements
I'm able to report to you live here
From what
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
And then let all of my niggas in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
the woods
Throwing crab apple wars for no reason, just to say we could
Hot rod mowers and minibikes, basement bands playing what we liked
Let me hear all
With sweat stains and jet planes and hot rod love songs,
Blistering kisses for every mister and misses,
In the same of time it takes for you to make
it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
And then let all of my niggas in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
And then let all of my niggas in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
taken off, if you talking to hot, ha!
The funny thing is
I was made for this shit
It's a brick on my wrist and I tend to be priceless
See you got a bitch,
Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you
Get it moved
Don’t sub my roots
Be candy
I’m doing an accent baby
Blow the coals
Take its course
Rock your balls
Go randy
I’m doing an accent baby
Feel
Lost in circuit's and screens
And imperfect machines
I course through the wires
And optical fibres wait for an outsider
To come set me free
So maybe
This a dotter you gon' end up
As a hilt for the state
Hella opps, all the government in game
Make a choice either die by your code
Or you die with no
This is Pony Boy and I'm a regular freak
I gets busy 'til you miss me
Shit you better believe
Catch me pop it, lock it, roll it steady
Move it by
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
the cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, hundred ten degrees
So don't start bassin', I'll start pushing
Bets on that you'll be
lives as a vapor, short like a flower
Until he resurrects us up in that eternal hour
It's only by his grace, that we run this race
And it's only by his
Every time my girl get mad at me, I go buy her a bag (Woah)
Lambo (Lambo), fast (Go)
My ice (Hittin'), glass (Woo)
Old school (Hot rod), smash (Skrrt)
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