these parts You've got a green look about'cha??that's a gringo for starts Sometimes the only thing a western savage understands Are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man Like
traitor It's in my nature, I was taught, that's the first law Obtain the food, clothin' and the shelter that I search for The fire in my eyes is hot
got a big dog click..we doin big dog shit..and ima big dog on tha mic wit this big dog spit..and ima big dog..i move lean like oscar myer, i more hot
To this lyrical miracle, this musical discovery But yo I wanna chill for a second, yo Jeff, cover me It's like paradise, this music is nice It makes you hot
I'll react You'll need my mic Surgically removed My ish's off da' wall Like pictures of my ex Flip styles like Rolodex Get a grip like solo sets
ya`ll ) Back to the set as I jet Not givin a fuck about the nigga that I went Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick Now he`s 6 feet and I`m
thangs that makes my night The steak ain't right without the A-1 So I stay dipped in sauce and they come Like baby did, like that nigga old lady did Like
Cuz I Ride Clean With Gucci Glasses Eatin' Fettuccine In The Rooms With Savages Got The Screens In The Back Seat, Girls Screamin' In The Back Seats Black Tank, Black Hot
Shinin Real Hard Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot! [Chorus:] Im Kinda Hott Right Now! (Im Hot! Im Hot!) Im Kinda Hott Right Nooow!(Im Hot! Im Hot!) Boosie Hott
wrist is cut Fire octane, nigga y'all can sip it up We do this rap shit here so we can live it up We walk around with hot flames runnin', give it up [
this booth and still smellin like the mess hall [Bridge: Hell Rell then Jim Jones] Now is these niggaz more liver than me No He kinda hot but is he spittin more fire
Park He can't walk through New York no more like john Storch Gotta call cuz i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough like
your truck when you start to conduct Yourself in a way that be makin you wanna fuck Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like savages Tell the one
swinging my dick like Dr. Manhattan! " ... I had to stop for breath Cause our shit's like Joan of Arc, man it's hot to death We blowing up the spot, not
To kill my father tonight It's midnight, and it's ripe To rape my mother tonight I am your son, the savaged soul Burning hot, but feeling cold The fire
and me babe, Hey, hey! Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on Livin' like a lover with a radar phone Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
(Clark, Collen, Elliot, Savage) You got the look of a howlin' wolf I like it The kind of eyes that could start a fire Yes, I like it A streetwise