Текст песни K.C. Redd f Bigg Ramp, Junie B. - Hot Girlz On Fire (Remix)
K.C. Redd f Bigg Ramp, Junie B. - Hot Girlz On Fire (Remix) слова песни
(K.C. Redd)K.C. Redd in hereOne more `ginBigg Ramp, Junie B.Take `FoRemiiiiiiiiiiixBridge One (K.C. Redd):My Hot Boy and your Hot Boy was sittin` by the fireMy Hot Boy told your Hot Boy we gonna set this place on fireFirst Verse (K.C. Redd):You bout your paper? You on top? Handlin` business?Doin` swell? Down with your old man to the finish?When he in jail, or doin` time in AngolaKnow how it is, stay on his side, no exposureYou doin` the time, without your man, with your kidsYour house is laid, you got no place to make it bigYou sparkin` them clubs, you got more love from thugsAnd you hit them clubs, and represent for your hoodYou bounce with K.C. Redd, on a Take `Fo trackAnd this shive, fire rap, put them Hot Boys on the mapLike them fire Hot Girls, with them gangsta ass carsThat go off the wall, now can you twerk with your ward?You on that Alize`? You on an ignorant trip?Now $20,000 in case your old man get slipped?You got a "G", you wanna spend itYou get your hair fixed every week with your AirMax tennis?Chorus (K.C. Redd):Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire GirlThen you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire GirlThen you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire GirlThen you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire GirlThe Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fireThe Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fireThe Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fireThe Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fireSecond Verse (K.C. Redd + Junie B.):(K.C. Redd)Now what`s happenin` with you?You doin` what your old man do?He down servin` them quarter birds and you servin` them birds too?He a paper chaser, ain`t no time for bein` brokeYour man down bad, so you put him on child supportYou don`t like VanessaYou gone handle her when you catch herPut her on a stretcherYou got butcher knives on your dresserLike that matching chainWith them hoop earringsA tattoo on your chest, with your Baby Dad name(Junie B.)Now see I`m quick and bout it, ain`t no fakin` what I`m bout to doI got that niener heated, and surrounded by the other teamNow Baby what you do? Are you ballin` and stackin` G`s?Do you stack some G`s? In your Rover and Cherokees?You know who I be, that lil` soldier from the 1-2-3I represent that Nolia, to the fullest, ya feelin` me?Look if you got beef, we could take it up in the streetsTake off the Tommy boots, throw on the solja ReesChorusThird Verse (Junie B.):You know I`m strictly hotAin`t no fakin` it`s non-stopWhen I grab the mic, I be makin` them eyes popMakin` them heads bopMakin` them legs rockMakin` your braids knotMakin` your head knockNow tell me this? Are you pissed cuz I can flow?Now tell me this? Do you think my head grows?Now really chick, you be hatin` cuz you`z a clownCuz when I spit, they all know I throw it downRespect my mind, when I say I do as I pleaseAnd don`t waste your time, I ain`t killin` I`m runnin` deepAre you feelin` me? Ain`t no pity I`m actin` badBaby hit your brakes, you goin` fast, you bound to crashI know you speak, but you hatin` me on the lowYou say I`m your round, and tellin` your partners I`m a hoeBut that`s how it go, I respect it because I`m grownIf you fake Wodie, don`t pretend, just leave it aloneChorusFourth Verse (Bigg Ramp):Well respect my mind, thought I`d say what I wanna sayIf you hatin` Ramp and Take `Fo, best get out the wayThey rap like what? Stop hatin` boy, what?Better be bout that in all black or you stuckThem Hot Girls shake it up at the top of the chartsHot Boys, solja rees, girbauds or fatiguesWild thirteen, U.P.T., dogg Valence StreetRespect it or check faw, I`m H-O-TTell me "Pay me", never boy that ain`t happenin`That boy right here too clever dogg, I`m rappin`, he`s scrappin`Caught Flack like Roberta, for my last verseWent number one with it dogg, so now the remix hurtsThey can`t take me, a million dollar H.B.Me, Tec, Lil` Ya, lil` riders, and Junie B.Picture me buckin`, look, the whole crowd duckin`Cuz they bucked up, cuz Jubilee played somethin`Chorus