-c-coolin? Girl, ya got me Red hot, red hot and ready Ya know I can?t stop Caught in the middle of love, you got me Red hot, red hot and ready Girl ya
Traduzione: Y \u0026amp; T. Red Hot And Ready.
with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready, And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture
rush and green stinky Feelin' like a niga dropped a mickey Drink up the Hen and watch me get tipsy Who wanna ride with me, 160 Up and down 48 trackin'
who am I? I'm the best to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me
(feat. Mac Dre) [Chorus: Mac Dre] Ford, Chev, whatever ya got Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it man, don't be
can't stop us the cops can't touch us Every fine broad that see us wanna fuck us We above the law and we ain't never taken alive We the realest million
MILLIONAIRE? But get it wrong, and you'll lose your cash So I advise you, split the answer half and half [host contestants] What up playas and playettes, and
's cold sex Nice house, run around, in old sweats Can't see me, don't try it, can't be me Won't tire, y'all cowards can't leave me Locked in, flow-wise
hot boy, Is you a hot boy Snipe a hot boy, Is you a hot boy Kid a hot boy, Is you a hot boy Red a hot boy, Is you a hot boy Chopper City hot boys, We
too More sharp, and ready to outslice you About 5 dudes, waitin outside for you And what's inside is coming outside you Get me drunk, and I'll drink
streets If you walk in the slum you get caught by the dum-dum Niggas, what? Red rum, red rum Murder is the mothafuckin case that they gave me Red rum, red
the Pete Rock, and you don't stop To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop My nigga Pete Rock, and you don't stop [Verse 3] I never felt like I should have
niggas ain't no competition (No!) Ain't on my level, and I ain't even 20 yet Niggas in trouble, I'm blowin up like a balloon And laughin at these clowns
Bust in that nigga wig and it startin to split Hot shit gonna touch ya, bullets gonna rush ya Like Lil' Cease I crush it, yea motherfucker And when we ride it me homicide fo sho And
a super human extent Nigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpence And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste then you don't need six senses to feel me
pop pills and snort coke To pain kill Some of us rap drugs and bear witness Cause life's ill Y0, but true happiness comes from within You can't rely