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Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Hotboys Looking like a hotboy Posted on a block boy Reclining rolexes (What that mean?) Sit back, and watch boy Stomach up in knots boy Brother in a box boy Ain't no bartender when I say they serving shots boy Pour it like we party, pray nobody shoot the spot up Jesus piece on my chest, God already told me he got us Make a way out the hood, kick in the door, now we run up Hustling for a come up til' the sun up, and I'm one up Bumping BG and Wayne since a juvenile in the struggle Posted up on Canal, Curren$y in my duffle Mama don't need no stress, I don't tell her when I'm in trouble Rather see her reclining and doing the cupid shuffle Durag on my head, white tee on my chest Girbauds and Reeboks, that's how we dress to impress Shrimp poboy fully dressed from Castnet on Hayne's Down to do anything for a Cash Money chain So you wanna be a hotboy? Riding in the drop boy, got your nine milli on cock boy SongtexteMake alot of money, then you're shot boy When the killers running in, is you really gonna pop boy? So you wanna be a hotboy? Riding in the drop boy, got your nine milli on cock boy Make alot of money, then you're shot boy When the killers running in, is you really gonna pop boy? Me and my dawgs listening to what the Hotboys did to Keisha So, we said cool Started looking for a Keisha soon as we got to school Never really had pack a tool, we wasn't them type of dudes But *bleep* got him a pistol, and started acting a fool Blocka blocka, bang bang, play no games Shot up the bowling alley on bullets, that's Rainbow Lanes 20 inch rims are better, that's the Hotboy way But ain't none of us have a whip, we drove the RTA And on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep It's guerilla warfare if you get caught in the streets You talking to me? We wanted the beef, looking for action Uptown versus downtown, throw your sets up, what's happening? System was never for us, mama had drove a Taurus Rapping wasn't the focus, Ramein with roaches This is life in the jungle, this is how we were prime Trying to be a hotboy, New Orleans state of mind So you wanna be a hotboy? Riding in the drop boy, got your nine milli on cock boy Make alot of money, then you're shot boy When the killers running in, is you really gonna pop boy? So you wanna be a hotboy? Riding in the drop boy, got your nine milli on cock boy Make alot of money, then you're shot boy When the killers running in, is you really gonna pop boy? Aus Songtexte Mania