Too Hot

Lyrics

[Verse 1: B.G.] I duck off, cause the law lookin' for B.G Sayin that I killed a nigga around the club last week Left the scene ridin' in a big body So I flipped the script now I'm in a ES3 Playin' by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper Hoe drove by fore' she could describe me, I got the eraser I don't discriminate I flip a bitch too She got to be eliminated, I kill a bitch too She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her To let me drop her off by this nigga, off the river She ridin' with me thinkin' that it's cool and shit She don't think I know that she let her lips loose and shit I'ma pull over pull her out and pop some slugs in the bitch And leave her pussy stinkin' 'cause I don't love a bitch But I was taught comin' up, never trust a bitch And don't hesitate for a minute to chug the bitch She was tryin' to get me locked up It was a must that the ho get popped up Fuckin with me best believe that I'll cool ya block Got ya sayin' them Hot Boy niggas too, too hot, too, too hot [Chorus: Juvenile] What do ya call a nigga that be duckin' the law? (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be playin' it raw (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that don't give a fuck who you are (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that play it like Escobar (Hot) (Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot) [Verse 2: Juvenile] Lil One gone Lil one was stuck in this shit Lil One say he gonna bust a nigga head if you fuck with his bitch Lil One got the court hot Lil One got the dough bar in front of your mama house up in your block Lil One got the 44 cocked Lil One got them calicoes Lil One ain't even got no pops So Lil One don't give 'em no props Lil One make em timber Lil One got a bad temper Lil One killed that boy in November Lil One be hustlin' Lil One be thuggin' Lil One doesn't wanna come up from nothin I know Lil One ain't gonna stop I know Lil One ain't gonna let a nigga run him off the block Lil One kind of remind me of me Man Lil One a G Lil One runnin' with the big boys Lil One fuckin these hoes Lil One got some of these old niggas rolled Lil One makin' his G's Lil One runnin' them Keys Lil One four-hundred degrees Lil One be shy Lil One got twenty inches on his ride Lil One got two calls for fives Lil One don't give a fuck if he die or not Lil One said if it jumpoff he gonna ride for his block [Chorus: Juvenile] What do ya call a nigga that be duckin' the law? (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be playin' it raw (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that don't give a fuck who you are (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that play it like Escobar (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be duckin' the law? (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be playin' it raw (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that don't give a fuck who you are (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that play it like Escobar (Hot) (Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot) [Verse 3: Turk] Hot Boys we on fire They don't gotta nigga who could outshine us Cash money records rilla be nothin nice The Rolex be werlin', full of ice We get our spark on nigga through the week Me, Wayne, Juve, and the B.G How you lovin' that one, you brove huh? 'Cause you're cold, and we're hotter than a stove, huh Fuckin' hoes, after shows, tag-teamin' In them hoes my wee be shooting semen Gots sports cars on chrome rilla B and slim got a house on Washington rilla Hot Boys, we livin' legends hope ya heard the word Duckin' the law runnin' through ports with a flock of birds We too hot [Chorus: Juvenile] What do ya call a nigga that be duckin' the law? (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be playin' it raw (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that don't give a fuck who you are (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that play it like Escobar (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be duckin' the law? (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be playin' it raw (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that don't give a fuck who you are (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that play it like Escobar (Hot) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Now I be burning up 'cause I be hot, hot, hot Like a firecracker, I'm, tss-tss, pop! See these niggas can't take me 'Cause they know they takin care of my baby Don't get mad, just follow me now woadie, we the real hot boys All of them other fake niggas need to stop boy I got diamonds and gold and I tote my strap Got my Reeboks and boys and I ride on platinum Hot girls who I'm after from the UTP Woadie I got that fire, so holla at me Now look deep into the bauds you see eight in the half Put them things up in they ugh, like a snake in the grass I'm a real hot boy I'm shakin' the deck If you a real hot girl you can take it in half Lil Wayne playboy, you can't put the fire out so nigga Stop tryin', I be too, too hot [Chorus: Juvenile] What do ya call a nigga that be duckin' the law? (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be playin' it raw (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that don't give a fuck who you are (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that play it like Escobar (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be duckin' the law? (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that be playin' it raw (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that don't give a fuck who you are (Hot) What do ya call a nigga that play it like Escobar (Hot) [Outro] The Hot Boys, the hot boys Niggas is the hot boys, the hot boys Them niggas is the hot boys the hot boys Them niggas is the hot boys, the hot boys Fire Grab the MAC-11 then you march nigga step Grab the AK then you march make em' step Grab the 223 then you march nigga step Man, Turk, Juvenile and Wayne the real Hot Boy$