Hot *** (Jim Sharp Revisit feat. Biggie Smalls)歌詞

hot ***
Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher no can do
And if you think I'm a **** then ask the other crew
And I proceed to let you know exactly how to flow
I'm not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops my mistake I didn't know you went with her
Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her
Don't be bitter I hear that honey resembles a critter
I heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter
But back to the subject you can't catch wreck
You must get respect to earn respect
Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks
You're full of jokes but you your name ain't flex
I got the riches the *****es I'm large like a Huxtable
You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable
Yeah I'm tellin' you G to back up off me
I'm not a mad cohort but I'm not Mr Softee
Rappin' is an art coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start
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[The Notorious B.I.G verse]
When it comes to ***, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
Honey's call me Bigga, the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff ****
Biggie squeeze it to make **** fit, now check this ****
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd
Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the ****, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the **** size in these Karl Kani jeans
I'm in thirteens, know what I mean
I **** around and hit you with the Hennessey ****
Mess around and go blind, don't get to see ****
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder
It doesn't matter skinny or fat or
Boy skinned or black, baby I drop these
Boricua mommies screamin' "Aiy papi"
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
**** Tae Kwon do, I tote da fo'-fo'
For ****** gettin' mad 'cause they ***** chose me
A big black ************ with G ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newton
Tricks suck my clique **** all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of ****
I'm guaranteed to **** her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
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[Phife Dawg verse]
Where ya at To all my peoples with the funk
I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
****** step up it's the lyrical worker
The poems that I create ain't in paper back books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books
I'm not the one to front on so suboops-suboops
Yo I gets the pickens I'm such a damn ****ens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me your just another MC on the log
A link on the chain fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics and yours are mardane
See I can't maintain especially if you come back
I'm the lyrical master blaster yeah I can do that
I can also do your girl so leave the hoe at home
Cuz when I get done I'll have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme
My title is locked the Abstract poetic
I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clear
That I will rock rock rock