Текст песни Hot Boys f B.G. - Help
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What`s up man?These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?Oh and it`s Guerilla Warfare timeWe got these ol` bitch ass niggaz scaredLook hereLuxury cars on chrome, I play thatFive figure bonds on charges, I`d paid thatOunces of coke at a young age, look I weighed thatMy click done blewed up you know haters, they hate thatCome around me with a bad bitch, you know I`mma take thatPut a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed thatDrop a track watch how quick I go and lace thatCash Money I don`t think y`all niggaz could really faze thatBeef with me, I don`t think you ready to face thatPut money in front of me and watch how quick I chase thatNigga give me the weed and I`m ready to blaze thatI`mma man and if its my charge, I gotta take thatMouth off yo brains, and I`mma have to waste thatK bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste thatI`m so large, I gotta phone, the fedz can`t trace thatYou gotta respect I`mma fool, how you love thatHook:Got these bitch niggaz hollerin` HELPThem Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELPThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELPThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELPPlease somebody HELPGot these bitch niggaz hollerin` HELPThem Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELPThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELPThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELPPlease somebody HELPGot these bitch niggaz hollering` HELPNigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shitWe was trained for war, believe we act a fool bitchWe take situations fo, we don`t play no games bitchWe put on sound to talk aloud, the kids claim shitWe on another level you stuck on the same shitCMB came through now we done rearranged shitWe got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain`t shitY`all ain`t from uptown, can`t come homebound and say the flow, youbitchWe don`t wear the suit, we wear tee`s, fro`s and reezWe think absolute, got bigettes on our rolliesY`all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and BenzesI don`t know what women think they could fuck wit B.G.Not in a million years, you could come and top thisI wonder who goin do my beats, Fresh rock shitGive him five or ten minutes, he goin drop a hot hitFuck that other nigga, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shitHook:Got these bitch niggaz hollerin` HELPThem Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELPThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELPThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELPPlease somebody HELPGot these bitch niggaz hollerin` HELPThem Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELPThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELPThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELPPlease somebody HELPGot these bitch niggaz hollering` HELPThese Hot Boy$ on top trained for dramaNo way you goin run, try to hide, we goin find yaI you forgot its my job to remind yaWe bust twos, playa haters we misuseI don`t give a fuck, I bruise niggaIf you ain`t know, Cash Money straight fools niggaNow Baby got the ‘tillery duct off fo` sho`Me and Lil` Weezy, jumpin` out the two do`Lexus coupe with the combat boots onSoldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot onNiggaz goin bleedYou heard of us, we murderers, and dangerousAin`t no serving us, we creep silent like burglarersWe busting our bang, that`s off top we trillWe don`t fuck with the lame, we all realAnd we about our motherfucking changeWe do or die for lifeWe represent to the fullest, and we ride tonightHook (2x):Got these bitch niggaz hollerin` HELPThem Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELPThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELPThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELPPlease somebody HELPGot these bitch niggaz hollerin` HELPThem Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELPThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELPThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELPPlease somebody HELPGot these bitch niggaz hollering` HELP(during the last time the hook is said)It`s like that ya heard me?We told y`all niggaz need help right nowWe steal and fuck shit up ya heard me?Just like that man, not all everybody goin be Hot Boy$But nigga know who the original Hot Boy$ isYa heard me?It ain`t no secretThem Cash Money millionairesMan that`s the motherfucking real, original Hot Boy$Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$Boy that`s cold, that`s sorryNiggaz know they sorry fo` that tooBut it`s all gravyCan`t strip ‘emYa heard me?We laying it downAnd it ain`t no secretYou need to get yo` own shitDamn, why you have to run with our shitWe put this shit togetherWe the originatorsYea