Missy Elliott

Missy Elliott - Hot Boyz Remix lyrics

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This is for my ghetto motherfuckers, uh

 [Nas]
 Uh, forty side felony
 Felony, misdemeanor
 We're charged with murder
 Escobar C-V-R fights
 I'm switching gears
 Headlights, shine so bright
 Bitches freeze like dears
 Them fiends want that deep boy
 Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy
 Push ya where ya rest in peace boy
 Get your mama's house shot up
 Bodies all chopped up
 When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up
 My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top
 Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot
 Crushin' your Benz, plush in your Navigator system
 My QB thieves make y'all niggas tuck you're shit in
 It's Nas in your area, Queens about to tear it up
 Braveheart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us

 [Missy & Lil' Mo]
 What's your name, cause 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 with you, do you need some help?
 I cook boy, I'll give you more
 I'm a fly girl, and I like those

 1 - [Missy & Lil' Mo]
 Hot boyz
 Baby you got what I want
 See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps
 And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps
 Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's
 Hot boyz
 Baby you got what I want
 See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars
 And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce
 Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's

 [Missy & Lil' Mo]
 Is that your car, the SK-8?
 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 them up wit' some boyz like you
 A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy
 And I like those

 Repeat 1

 [Eve]
 Yo only take 'em thugged out
 Slightly bugged out, fuck with his tongue out
 Know the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged out
 Hot boy, keep me right
 Play your part and I'll keep it tight
 Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night
 But up in the sheets with me aiight
 Gangsta, true to your game street master
 You're the one I need when there's beef
 Street blaster ain't afraid to stop a cat
 Guts, pop a cat, huh
 Soldier, cash money, rule your world
 What's topping that?
 Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes
 Get a tingle in my spine, wet spot only he knows
 He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it
 Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it
 If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride
 Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh
 'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed
 Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer
 I ain't with it, with it

 [Q-Tip]
 Yo, mommy what the deal?
 Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga hold
 If you really should be told that I deal with long shafts
 That keep a long blast (blast)
 I look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on)
 Word you got your girlfriend
 Word, she can get it too
 Fuck it though I'm honest yo
 I'm saying know let's play it through
 Getting cinematic with it
 Niggas if you got it, hit it
 Fuck the dumbness
 Hit it till its numbness

 [Missy & Lil' Mo']
 Hot boy
 Baby you got what I want
 Won't you really come and satisfy me
 I be lovin' you like endlessly
 (Everyday all day)
 Hot boy
 Baby you got what I want
 Won't you really come and satisfy me
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Publisher: EastWest, EEG

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Released in: 2001

Language: English

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