Hot Boys - Help Lyrics
Whats up man?These hot boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?Oh and its guerilla warfare timeWe got these ol ***** ass niggaz scaredLook hereLuxury cars on chrome, I play thatFive figure bonds on charges, Id paid thatOunces of coke at a young age, look I weighed thatMy click done blewed up you know haters, they hate thatCome around me with a bad *****, you know imma take thatPut a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed thatDrop a track watch how quick I go and lace thatCash money I dont think yall niggaz could really faze thatBeef with me, I dont think you ready to face thatPut money in front of me and watch how quick I chase thatNigga give me the weed and Im ready to blaze thatImma man and if its my charge, I gotta take thatMouth off yo brains, and imma have to waste thatK bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste thatIm so large, I gotta phone, the fedz cant trace thatYou gotta respect imma fool, how you love thatHook:Got these ***** niggaz hollerin helpThem hot boy$ coming please somebody helpThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody helpThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody helpPlease somebody helpGot these ***** niggaz hollerin helpThem hot boy$ coming please somebody helpThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody helpThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody helpPlease somebody helpGot these ***** niggaz hollering helpNigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shitWe was trained for war, believe we act a fool *****We take situations fo, we dont play no games *****We put on sound to talk aloud, the kids claim shitWe on another level you stuck on the same shitCmb came through now we done rearranged shitWe got the game locked these wannabe soldiers aint shitYall aint from uptown, cant come homebound and say the flow, you*****We dont wear the suit, we wear tees, fros and reezWe think absolute, got bigettes on our rolliesYall know we drive fine cars, lexus and benzesI dont know what women think they could ***** wit b.g.Not in a million years, you could come and top thisI wonder who goin do my beats, fresh rock shitGive him five or ten minutes, he goin drop a hot hit***** that other nigga, them hot boy$ come in and shot shitHook:Got these ***** niggaz hollerin helpThem hot boy$ coming please somebody helpThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody helpThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody helpPlease somebody helpGot these ***** niggaz hollerin helpThem hot boy$ coming please somebody helpThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody helpThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody helpPlease somebody helpGot these ***** niggaz hollering helpThese hot boy$ on top trained for dramaNo way you goin run, try to hide, we goin find yaI you forgot its my job to remind yaWe bust twos, playa haters we misuseI dont give a *****, I bruise niggaIf you aint know, cash money straight fools niggaNow baby got the tillery duct off fo shoMe and lil weezy, jumpin out the two doLexus coupe with the combat boots onSoldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot onNiggaz goin bleedYou heard of us, we murderers, and dangerousAint no serving us, we creep silent like burglarersWe busting our bang, thats off top we trillWe dont ***** with the lame, we all realAnd we about our mother*****ing changeWe do or die for lifeWe represent to the fullest, and we ride tonightHook (2x):Got these ***** niggaz hollerin helpThem hot boy$ coming please somebody helpThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody helpThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody helpPlease somebody helpGot these ***** niggaz hollerin helpThem hot boy$ coming please somebody helpThey on fire, they goin burn me somebody helpThey got guns, they goin shoot somebody helpPlease somebody helpGot these ***** niggaz hollering help(during the last time the hook is said)Its like that ya heard me?We told yall niggaz need help right nowWe steal and ***** shit up ya heard me?Just like that man, not all everybody goin be hot boy$But nigga know who the original hot boy$ isYa heard me?It aint no secretThem cash money millionairesMan thats the mother*****ing real, original hot boy$Everybody wanna be hot boy$Boy thats cold, thats sorryNiggaz know they sorry fo that tooBut its all gravyCant strip emYa heard me?We laying it downAnd it aint no secretYou need to get yo own shitDamn, why you have to run with our shitWe put this shit togetherWe the originatorsYea
