Закрыть

    All City

    The Hot Joint (Remix)

    5:20
    4.67 МБ
    128 кбит/с
    2

    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

    Смотреть клип The Hot Joint (Remix)
    Смотреть клип The Hot Joint (Remix)
    Текст песни The Hot Joint (Remix)
    Текст песни The Hot Joint (Remix)

    [Chorus/Intro: Woman]
    "So hot.. Im burnin up" [x4]
    [J. Mega]
    Who got ya? With flows like aqua
    Mega ?? sit the imposter, bound to prosper
    Hits we got a lot-a, sippin on straight vodka, puffin chaka
    Lust to conquer, nigga, Ima monster
    Call me Ontra for short, Im confident
    As far as this, nice no arguments
    Rock garments, raw contents
    Its obvious, we about to cop cars from this
    Rock continents, money over margin and the consequence
    Niggas never starve again, its marvelous
    Be a heart-throb with chicks
    The drama shit, yall niggas hate
    But Ima do my thing, to beat fate
    Ten-room joint, leave your name at the gate
    Gold brunches at one G a plate
    [Chorus]
    [Greg Valentine]
    Yo; Im on the rise like hot air
    It dont stop there, so popular I glare
    Hoes stop to stare, they volunteer
    To come out of their underwear
    For this debonair, nigga with millionaire flair
    Are you through fuckin with them lame-ass queers?
    Ya need for a true baller severe
    In my wardrobe, theres Cartier
    Pierre Cardans on my Cardigans
    Black sedans, in the summer the sports coupe
    Master plan for a brother to score loot
    Goin all out pursuit for a house on the hill
    I conjure up a thousand ways to make me a mill
    I dont give a fuck if time sits still, I keep strivin
    European cars Im drivin
    Top of the line shit, six V-12s and better
    My people got their shit together, lets get this cheddar
    [Chorus]
    [J. Mega]
    B-K baby, all the way baby
    Mixin Hennesey with the Alizay baby
    G.V. baby, Larry, baby. Dont swing the air thing, gravy, baby
    For instincts, every joint gainin interest
    From the entrance, we came different
    Now every whip come with gloss, fully tinted
    Went from wishes to paid expenses
    Six digits, the way we roll tremendous
    Sip Guinness, Brooklyn dukes, no gimics
    Just vintage rap shit, beyond the limits
    Lips splendid, money comes I spend it
    You want in, dukes? I got you in a minute
    [Greg Valentine]
    Yo, yo; we some slick talkin, New Yorkin
    Quick walkin, chicks hawkin, pumpin ours in they walkmans
    Often, sex women in the loft and show them hoes whose boss
    And pussy scorchin; flossin, like fight night in Vegas
    Ice sparklin like Sammy Davis
    Some praise us, others player-hate us
    Jealous niggas, the hell with you niggas
    [Chorus]
    [ The Hot Joint (Remix) Lyrics ]
    Комментарии
    Комментарии