Hot Boyz Karaoke Missy Elliott Explicit Lyrics

Karaoke Hot Boyz Missy Elliott feat. Q-Tip, Nas & Eve

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Song key: Cm

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This is for my ghetto motherfuckers uh
Hot boyz
Forty side felony
Hot boyz felony Misdemeanor
Hot boyz
Charged with murder uh
Escobar CBR bikes
I'm switchin' gears headlights
Shine so bright
Biches freeze like deers
Them fiends want that deep boy feds
Send in decoys pack that heat boy
Push you where you rest in peace boy
Get yo' mamma's house shot up
Bodies all chopped up
When them bodies pop up
I ain't gettin' locked up
My Bentley cruise the block wit' the sun roof top
Hood rats jumpin' on my jock 'cos I blew up the spot
Crushin' yo' Benz
Crushin' yo' navigator system
My QB piece makin' y'all tuck your in
It's Nas in yo' area
Queen's 'bout to tear it up
Braveheart y'all scared of us real niggas they be us
What's your name 'cos I'm impressed
Can you treat me good
I won't settle for less
You a hot boy a rock boy
A fun toy tote a glock boy
Where you live?
Is it by yourself?
Can I move wit' you?
Do you need some help?
I cook, boy
I'll give you more
I'm a fly girl
See 'cos y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps
And the Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin' cheaper got them Platinum Visas
See 'cos y'all be drivin' Jaguars
And the Bentleys and the Rolls Royce
Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visas
Is that your car the XK8
Are you riding alone can I be your date
Come get me
Get me
Don't diss me
Don't trick me
Got some friends can they come too
Can you hook 'em up wit' some boyz like you
A hot boy
A rock boy
On top boy
Say what what I want
See 'cos y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps and the Benz jeeps
And the Lincoln jeeps nothin' cheaper
With them Platinum Visas uh uh
Uh uh uh uh
See 'cos y'all be drivin' Jaguars
And the Bentley's and the Rolls Royce
Playin' hardballs
Yo only take 'em thugged out
Slightly bugged out wit' his tongue out
Know the job ain't gettin' done 'till the bodies getting' dugged out
Hot boy keep me right play your part
And I'll keep it tight where else you gonna be
In middle of the night but up in the sheets
Wit' me all right gangsta
True to your gang street master
You the one I need when this beat street blaster
Ain't afraid to stop a cat plus pop a cat
Soldier cash money rule your world what's toppin' that uh
S-four-three-o keep me on my toes
Get a tingle in my spine what spot only he knows
He's a hot boy missy singin' out and I'm gonna spit it
Ruff Ryders scream it loud daddy is you wit' it
If your team can't handle my then we gon' ride
Brickhouse stallions keep thugs open wide uh
Iladelph's best E V E stay committed
Mess with many but if he ain't
The realer I ain't with it
Yo mommy what the deal ain't no heat
Hotter than the heat a nigger hold
I think ya really should be told
That I deal wit' long shaft to keep a long blast
Now look at it an' peel off fast come on
Word you got yo' girlfriend word
She could get it too
Though I'm honest yo
I'm sayin' yo let's play it through
Gettin' cinematic wit' it if you gotta hit it
Dumbness hit it 'till it's numbness
Hot boyz all I want
Come and satisfy me everyday all day
Hmm baby, oh
All I want, oh

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