Elliott Missy Hot Boyz (remix) Lyrics

Hot Boyz (remix) Lyrics

(feat. Eve, Lil' Mo, Nas, Q-Tip)

 

 [Missy]

 This is for my ghetto motherfuckers, uh

 

 [Nas]

 Uh, forty side felony

 Felony, misdemeanor

 The charge is murder

 Escobar CB on bikes

 I'm switching gears

 Headlights, shine so bright

 Bitches freeze like deers

 Them fiends want that deep boy

 Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy

 Push ya where ya rest in peace boy

 Get your mama's house shot up

 Bodies all chopped up

 When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up

 My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top

 Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot

 Crushin' your Benz, crushin' your Navigator system

 My QB piece make y'all niggas tuck you're shit in

 It's Nas in your area, Queens 'bout to tear it up

 Braveheart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us

 

 [Missy & Lil' Mo]

 What's your name, cause I'm impressed?

 Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less

 You a hot boy, a rock boy

 A fun toy, tote a glock boy

 Where you live, is it by yourself?

 Can I move with you, do you need some help?

 I cook boy, I'll give you more

 I'm a fly girl, and I like those

 

 [1] -[Missy & Lil' Mo]

 Hot boyz

 Baby you got what I want

 See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps

 And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps

 Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's

 Hot boyz

 Baby you got what I want

 See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars

 And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce

 Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's

 

 [Missy & Lil' Mo]

 Is that your car, the SK-8?

 Are you riding alone, can I be your date?

 Come get me, get me, don't diss me, don't trick me

 Got some friends, can they come too?

 Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you

 A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy

 And I like those

 

 [Repeat 1]

 

 [Eve]

 Yo only take 'em thugged out

 Slightly bugged out, fuck with his tongue out

 Know the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged out

 Hot boy, keep me right

 Play your part and I'll keep it tight

 Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night

 But up in the sheets with me aiight

 Gangsta, true to your gang, street master

 You the one I need when there's beef, street blaster 

 Ain't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat, huh

 Soldier, cash money, rule your world

 What's topping that?

 Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes

 Get a tingle in my spine, wet spot only he knows

 He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it

 Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it

 If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride

 Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh

 'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed

 Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer

 I ain't with it, with it

 

 [Q-Tip]

 Yo, mommy what the deal?

 Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga hold

 I think you really should be told that I deal with long shafts

 That keep a long blast (blast)

 Now look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on)

 Word you got your girlfriend

 Word, she can get it too

 Fuck it though, I'm honest yo

 I'm saying though, let's play it through

 Getting cinematic with it

 Niggas if you got it, hit it

 Fuck the dumbness

 Hit it till its numbness

 

 [Missy & Lil' Mo']

 Hot boy

 Baby you got what I want

 Won't you really come and satisfy me

 I be lovin' you like endlessly

 (Everyday all day)

 Hot boy

 Baby you got what I want

 Won't you really come and satisfy me