Слова:
Hot Boys These Hoes

see) These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes Will make you (kill) them, if it wasn't for the children These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes

] These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes Will make you kill them, if it wasn't for the children These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes

lights off, Ice That shit don't look nothin' nice But if these niggas wanna roll in my hood, yo, then fuck it Break out the whole world, boys, blow up

chrome rims spin Don't check me, check your chick man (Yeah, hot shit!) Boss floss (Boss floss) You lose you lost (You lose you lost) True false (True false) Hoes cost (Hoes

burn, haters, burn) Uhh, uhh [Thin C] Rest is for the restless, sleep is for the dead Thin C in this bitch, puttin lame niggaz to bed You catchin hot

Man, these rapper niggas fool, let me eat these niggas plate Man, these rapper niggas fool, let me eat these niggas plate, like dat I guess that's the new fashion All of these

(HOT SHIT!) Chorus: Nelly Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT

the dope is found Juvenile's my name, bitch I represent it to the end, the same, shit Niggers don't be wearin' suits on theses blocks All you see is your boys

Welcome, little boys and girls, you thought Niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga this the mobb fool, uh I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when