Papa Rue (4 Real) And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money! COME DOWN! Chorus: (Papa Rue) Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda the Hot Boys
we call hard hitters We uptown riders and we real with this nigga Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit But a 100 bullet shells without a fuckin' fingerprint This hot
Now we can't lose fo' sho' Ya'll niggaz wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades
I dont even care if they what little bitty I get on my knees and I thank the Lord whip them boys down with my microphone cord swore to the world diamonds
your life You gotta be like Bush and take pre-emptive strikes And the boys from the hood are always hard Let alone in Mogadishu it's a mastered art If you bring the world
no block too hot Me and my niggas 'bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we could sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot
Look motherfuck that [hook 2x's] [silkk] I can't believe they ain't heard about Them boys from the dirty south I speak with awkward slang plus I got a dirty
world's a rock of drones Who rock microphones and abuse generous ears With the a??yeah, yeah . . . off the domea?? You're not a lone, this world is stocked
meet again (this might be the last time) kiss me like the world will end (press your lips right up my spine) pull that shirt off full of shit (dirty secrets,dirty
piece dirty like a pair of cleats Niggas run they mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets, wow How you want it pimpin'? Wow I'm so cold with it', wow Make other boys
Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!) Joy to the world
cop all them yachts ya got? You get props on the bop-she-bop Let's keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT! Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the
back when I can just playin' my part Church folks had a fish fry, mustard, hot sauce Light bread, and french fries, love for the big guy Hit the park, boys
[Intro] On a hot dessert high way rollin my 64 feel the heat from the blacktop represent with my boys all the cars start to raise up all the girls on
Intro On a hot dessert high way rollin my 64 feel the heat from the blacktop represent with my boys all the cars start to raise up all the girls on the
'ma cop all them yachts ya got? You get props on the bop she bop Let's keep it all the way nappy, when you hot, you hot Burn up a dime, sell a nickel
a dirty world That's why I ride wit my 50 If a nigga run up, I'ma empty tha whole clip on em (Lil Derrick) It's a dirty world, only tha survive It's
what I say, fly away, fly away If you don't like where I stay, fly away Yeah, well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south Some of you niggaz