(feat. Bigg Ramp, Junie B.)



[K.C. Redd]



K.C. Redd in here

One more 'gin

Bigg Ramp, Junie B.

Take 'Fo

Remiiiiiiiiiiix



[Bridge One: K.C. Redd]



My Hot Boy and your Hot Boy was sittin' by the fire

My Hot Boy told your Hot Boy we gonna set this place on fire



[First Verse: K.C. Redd]



You bout your paper?  You on top?  Handlin' business?

Doin' swell?  Down with your old man to the finish?

When he in jail, or doin' time in Angola

Know how it is, stay on his side, no exposure

You doin' the time, without your man, with your kids

Your house is laid, you got no place to make it big

You sparkin' them clubs, you got more love from thugs

And you hit them clubs, and represent for your hood

You bounce with K.C. Redd, on a Take 'Fo track

And this shive, fire rap, put them Hot Boys on the map

Like them fire Hot Girls, with them gangsta ass cars

That go off the wall, now can you twerk with your ward?

You on that Alize'?  You on an ignorant trip?

Now $20,000 in case your old man get slipped?

You got a "G", you wanna spend it

You get your hair fixed every week with your AirMax tennis?



[Chorus: K.C. Redd]



Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl

Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl

Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl

Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire





[Second Verse: K.C. Redd + Junie B.]



[K.C. Redd]



Now what's happenin' with you?

You doin' what your old man do?

He down servin' them quarter birds and you servin' them birds too?

He a paper chaser, ain't no time for bein' broke

Your man down bad, so you put him on child support

You don't like Vanessa

You gone handle her when you catch her

Put her on a stretcher

You got butcher knives on your dresser

Like that matching chain

With them hoop earrings

A tattoo on your chest, with your Baby Dad name



[Junie B.]



Now see I'm quick and bout it, ain't no fakin' what I'm bout to do

I got that niener heated, and surrounded by the other team

Now Baby what you do?  Are you ballin' and stackin' G's?

Do you stack some G's?  In your Rover and Cherokees?

You know who I be, that lil' soldier from the 1-2-3

I represent that Nolia, to the fullest, ya feelin' me?

Look if you got beef, we could take it up in the streets

Take off the Tommy boots, throw on the solja Rees



[Chorus]



[Third Verse: Junie B.]



You know I'm strictly hot

Ain't no fakin' it's non-stop

When I grab the mic, I be makin' them eyes pop

Makin' them heads bop

Makin' them legs rock

Makin' your braids knot

Makin' your head knock

Now tell me this?  Are you pissed cuz I can flow?

Now tell me this?  Do you think my head grows?

Now really chick, you be hatin' cuz you'z a clown

Cuz when I spit, they all know I throw it down

Respect my mind, when I say I do as I please

And don't waste your time, I ain't killin' I'm runnin' deep

Are you feelin' me?  Ain't no pity I'm actin' bad

Baby hit your brakes, you goin' fast, you bound to crash

I know you speak, but you hatin' me on the low

You say I'm your round, and tellin' your partners I'm a hoe

But that's how it go, I respect it because I'm grown

If you fake Wodie, don't pretend, just leave it alone



[Chorus]



[Fourth Verse: Bigg Ramp]



Well respect my mind, thought I'd say what I wanna say

If you hatin' Ramp and Take 'Fo, best get out the way

They rap like what?  Stop hatin' boy, what?

Better be bout that in all black or you stuck

Them Hot Girls shake it up at the top of the charts

Hot Boys, solja rees, girbauds or fatigues

Wild thirteen, U.P.T., dogg Valence Street

Respect it or check faw, I'm H-O-T

Tell me "Pay me", never boy that ain't happenin'

That boy right here too clever dogg, I'm rappin', he's scrappin'

Caught Flack like Roberta, for my last verse

Went number one with it dogg, so now the remix hurts

They can't take me, a million dollar H.B.

Me, Tec, Lil' Ya, lil' riders, and Junie B.

Picture me buckin', look, the whole crowd duckin'

Cuz they bucked up, cuz Jubilee played somethin'



[Chorus]