[sirens]



[Chorus: x2]

Hoes off 

Hoes on, street flooded 

Hoes off 

We done, left ya hood leaded 

Hoes off 

Hoes on, street flooded 

Hoes off 

[1st time thru] We one, left ya hood leaded 

[2nd time thru] But we done, left ya hood leaded 



[Verse 1:]

As I creeps off 

To cool these Hot Boys off 

I reach new levels 

I be goin against the devils 

I knew it was four 

They recruited some mo' 

I run up my squad 

Fireproof head-to-toe 

I went lookin for these boys, I hit every block 

Checked every rehab, hit every dope spot 

I came up wit nuthin 

Then I heard somethin 

On the radio, I go to V.L. cuz they be stuntin 

Block hardy Hot Boys 

No you're not boys 

Wet Boys on their way with their supersoaker toys 

Got a pack on my back holdin 75 gallons 

32 round glock loaded with the black [?] 

First HB I saw, Baby suckin gold teeth 

Supersoaked em good, from his head to his feet 

Next up was Juvey, I gave him the look 

Wrote the final chapter, then I closed the book 

Ran up on Turk 

Supersoaker puttin in work 

Jacked him out his 42 dollar rent, cooled off his Hot Boy shirt 

Next two, BG and Wayne, since they wanna be the baddest 

Shot em up wit bad dope, to me that's the saddest 

Look 



[Chorus: x2] 



[T-Bone] 

[Verse 2:]

Well it's T-Beezy 

Off the heezy 

Bout that drama fo' sheezy 

Supersoaker in my trunk, how many Hot Boys wanna see me 

Chromed out five trucks with chrome K's to match 

Bulletproof-fire suits, I'm totin gallons on my back 

Ready to spray 

I'm rainin on your sunny day 

I get carried away 

Like Dirty Hairy "Make my day!" 

Betta yet, fuck dat, Wet Boys got me on a flight 

Since you don' made my day, what bitch gon' make my night 

Wanna go for a ride 

While the water's low tide 

It's nowhere to hide 

I hit ya wit a [?] 

Who be the coldest nigga makin these tracks 

The same nigga made niggas quit and start smokin crack 

I should be slammin 

Niggas out there be jammin 

All tracks real dope, ain't no mutha fuckin whammin 



[Verse 3:]

Fire tracks and fire trucks 

Nigga duck 

Still get plucked 

Hit you wit a supersoaker I'ma paralize ya to fuck 

250 pounds of pressure 

? gone dress ya 

Now you one nigga less-a 

For bein a Wet Boy testa 

If I come thru with a fire truck nigga hate to hear the siren 

Water for us, ya gettin ?, so I'm holdin my hydrent 



[Chorus: x4] 



[Verse 4:]

So you say you wanna get him, erase my face and 

Put a price on my head, betta get a new plan 

Cuz all that price on my head, ya plan gon' fail 

I flip the script 

Take my own hit, now your shit gonna sale 

No say "I can't get got" 

Cuz souljas get got alot 

But if they hit, you say miss 

I be the new mailman on your block 

Ain't no mail in my bag 

Look it's 'caine and soulja rags 

Your first on my ojenda, gotta return the [?] 

I stand in your driveway, supersoakers on 

Pressure wash your property till my waters all gone 

I ain't no joke wit mine, I don't choke my nigga 

I got a scope on mine, you get smoked my nigga 

The rap game I been runnin 

Just for funn 'n 

Look my uzi weighs a ton 'n 

'45 Tommy gunnin 

Ya get done 'n 

You and your son'n 

That's what ya call me nigga 

Fire trucks comin thru, betta get the army nigga 

Ya bawlin nigga, I stand tall wit my ground 

Not just represent Up, but also Downtown 

Here's what I wanna do, here's how I'm gonna do it 

Wet Boys gotta plot, peep game and listen to it 



[Chorus: x4]



[sirens until end of song]