Talking Hot

Lyrics

[Intro] I don't know if you noticed this, it's like the world has changed now Everything is fuckin' different Especially when it comes to this thing of ours, this gangster shit You know, back in the day, men were men and they were proud about it Captains, capos, soldiers You respected the ranks and you held your position But now you look around and it's psychology this and therapy that and you gotta cater to people's feelings Now with social media, everybody's got something to say, everybody's talking Where I come from, that's known as a rat Just gotta mind your business, stay on your hustle, and become a good earner And most importantly, you keep your fuckin' mouth shut [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Couple junkies hugging trees like Fuck boys can never be like Different cloth, this Bottega Joe I keep feedin' the streets, this bodega Joe The way we whippin' that water, it's welcome back, Carter I got pools and keys, south Florida Pharrell camo, Louis V on the laces Goyard trunks, fed charges, all kind of cases [Chorus: Dre & Karma Nova] I'm slidin' down the I-95, got a stick fully loaded (Brrah, boom, bitch) I'm dividin' up the pie, hundred bricks whiter than Anna Nicole them (Baow, nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Suck my dick) Soo, we gon' get it poppin' like if they lock us, it's for life (We savages in this bitch, you heard? Yeah) Soo, we gon' get it poppin', charge it to the game and pay the price [Verse 2: Fat Joe] When you raisin' that hell, you gotta pray, right? When you holdin' that chopper, you gotta spray, right? (Brrt, grrt, paow, nigga) Hit another milestone in the same life Gave her a one-night stand and she came twice We got the switches fully upgraded (We big steppers in this shit) You got the cops fully updated (Brrah) Starin' in the mirror, all I see is "Thriller" Moonwalkin' on squares, red chinchilla [Chorus: Dre & Karma Nova] I'm slidin' down the I-95, got a stick fully loaded (We really out here, we the biggest, nigga) I'm dividin' up the pie, hundred bricks whiter than Anna Nicole them (These hoes gon' get— brrrt) Soo, we gon' get it poppin' like if they lock us, it's for life (Y'all niggas be talkin' too hot, too hot, nigga) Soo, we gon' get it poppin', charge it to the game and pay the price [Interlude: Karma Nova] Yeah, huh This really big Fat Joe, nigga Not the lil' one, big fuckin' Fat Joe, you heard? Goria, bori, qué bonita bandera, PR Yeah, what's poppin', bitch? Yeah Where'd you say you went to school? Pipe-ology crack school Smokin' that psycho-ology There was a pipe ball team Yeah, nigga [Chorus: Dre] I'm slidin' down the I-95, got a stick fully loaded I'm dividin' up the pie, hundred bricks whiter than Anna Nicole them Soo, we gon' get it poppin' like if they lock us, it's for life We gon' get it poppin', charge it to the game and pay the—