Hot Shit Lyrics

Hot Shit lyrics

Southside, H-A-W-K



What, what, what...







[Hook]



I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down



The type of shit, that make your girl knees touch the ground



You got plex let me know, you got beef let me know



If you looking for me nigga, here I go here I go







[H.A.W.K.]



I spit that hot shit that rock shit, that make you drop your top shit



That got the game on lock shit, that make you body rock shit



That make you shoot your glock quick, make you say Big H.A.W.K.'s sick



Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an ice pick



I write this for rightness, or even try to recite this



If you do not like this, I'll hit you with my right fist



Man you got a tight bitch, that keeps on peeping me



I'm a sergeant to M-A-C-K-I-N-G



Then she'll belong to me, pass her to my homie



That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E



R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E



Or unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my cup of tea



Don't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you in pre-school



Cause you broke the golden rule, and made me lose my cool



Now this is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow



All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'







[Hook - 2x]







[H.A.W.K.]



The Southside got your mouth wide, eyes looking all cross eyed



Sitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the right side



Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn and say hi



Hood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shy



I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat



But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back back



Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts, we tossing hoes like flap jacks



Like serving fiends that white crack, they guaranteed to come back



Sell em that like a shot of yack, them hoes be down like fo' flats



Dance around in tight slacks, for all the pimps, playas and macks



Conversation on who's that, pimping ain't dead I told you that



Chicks chewing on my nut sack, and hang around like a clothes rack



That chit-chat that's on the street, boys out here in love with freaks



Making love between the sheets, but can't make your ends meet



Disrespecting the game is deep, letting these hoes play you for weeks



And you wonder why you ain't on feet, cause actions speak and talk is cheap







[Hook - 2x]







[H.A.W.K.]



Are y'all ready to rumble, the Tarzan of this jungle



Weak niggaz crumble, hold the ball don't fumble



I'm cold but I'm humble, so talk up don't mumble



Smart like Bryant Gumble, cowards tend to tumble



I rope the game like a lasso, Southside down at Grasgo



A little bit of hot tobasco, about to cause a fiasco



Just pass go collect your do', spit fire in the studio



Turn it out at a state show, and pull you a bad hoe



Get you some loving, that's hotter than an oven



Kissing and hugging, and ready to get dug in



I break bones and snap necks, tear flesh with techs



If you got plex, I'll put you on a bed rest



I suggest you move around, unless you screaming H-Town



Yellow bone or sugar brown, they love the way I put it down



Give me the crown for the best flow, shake your ass and throw them bows



And if you look at me, here I go here I go







[Hook - 2x]