Hot Shit (Slowed & Chopped)

歌詞

Southside, H-A-W-K What, what, what... [Hook] I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down The type of shit, that make your girl knees touch the ground You got plex let me know, you got beef let me know If you looking for me nigga, here I go here I go [h.a.w.k.] I spit that hot shit that rock shit, that make you drop your top shit That got the game on lock shit, that make you body rock shit That make you shoot your glock quick, make you say Big H.A.W.K.'s sick Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an ice pick I write this for rightness, or even try to recite this If you do not like this, I'll hit you with my right fist Man you got a tight bitch, that keeps on peeping me I'm a sergeant to M-A-see-K-I-N-G Then she'll belong to me, pass her to my homie That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E are-E-S-P-E-see-T, to the day I D-I-E Or unless you're a want to be, then you're not my cup of tea Don't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you in pre-school Cause you broke the golden rule, and made me lose my cool Now this is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do' [Hook - 2x] [h.a.w.k.] The Southside got your mouth wide, eyes looking all cross eyed Sitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the right side Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn and say hi Hood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shy I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back back Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts, we tossing hoes like flap jacks Like serving fiends that white crack, they guaranteed to come back Sell em that like a shot of yack, them hoes be down like fo' flats Dance around in tight slacks, for all the pimps, playas and macks Conversation on who's that, pimping ain't dead I told you that Chicks chewing on my nut sack, and hang around like a clothes rack That chit-chat that's on the street, boys out here in love with freaks Making love between the sheets, but can't make your ends meet Disrespecting the game is deep, letting these hoes play you for weeks And you wonder why you ain't on feet, cause actions speak and talk is cheap [Hook - 2x] [h.a.w.k.] Are y'all ready to rumble, the Tarzan of this jungle Weak niggaz crumble, hold the ball don't fumble I'm cold but I'm humble, so talk up don't mumble Smart like Bryant Gumble, cowards tend to tumble I rope the game like a lasso, Southside down at Grasgo A little bit of hot tobasco, about to cause a fiasco Just pass go collect your do', spit fire in the studio Turn it out at a state show, and pull you a bad hoe Get you some loving, that's hotter than an oven Kissing and hugging, and ready to get dug in I break bones and snap necks, tear flesh with techs If you got plex, I'll put you on a bed rest I suggest you move around, unless you screaming H-Town Yellow bone or sugar brown, they love the way I put it down Give me the crown for the best flow, shake your ass and throw them bows And if you look at me, here I go here I go [Hook - 2x]