(We On Fire) Lil' Wayne & B.G. (We On Fire) Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (
Tercüme: Hot Boys. (Biz On Fire) Fired Up.
hot stuff Baby, I need it Looking for your hot stuff Baby, tonight I want your hot stuff I got to feel it Got to have your hot stuff Got to have your
the ski mask) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Get out the H-K) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Fuck!) Word up, our niggas
me, Still spittin' fire, you niggas wood to me, We on nigga, let let them hoes know, Young Money lay 'em down like old folks, You comin' with it, we comin
a dungeon dragon [Busts Rhymes] Nicki, how you gon' take my hot line and make it a hot song? like I ain't s'posed to step on this shit like King Kong
we're on, got them runnin', r-runnin' Now tell them rap bitches that Nicki said this We got tom-toms over here bigger than a monster We got tom-toms
jack it up And make the girls them on de dance floor back it up Yo, tell the selector fe pull it up The place hot but a hot girl pull it up Yo, Operator
've been waitin' on Get up, get it rough, yup that's what's up Givin' just what you love to the maximum Uh oh, here we go, here we go What to do when
it The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker burn Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn Slap these niggaz with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the
his music must be stopped" We got this whole motherfucker on a mission Now the, whole entire world's Gotta try to come up with a quick decision They
I'm gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up Niggas
, son Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis? We twist and pop Henny, gettin wet on
This that new fire, man DarkChild, Disturbing Tha Peace Shareefa, here's another one, Luda I told 'em we just gettin' started, man Aiyyo, I don't think
the hottest on your side of the equator Me and Weez down in MIAM We acting stupid Damn Call the whip Soulja Boy, doors do the Superman (YOUOO) Ya thats the superman we
we on now 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck, yeah That's what we on now A country girl and a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now When the sticks
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up
