H.A.W.K. - Hot Shit Lyrics
Southside, H-A-W-KWhat, what, what...[Hook]I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going downThe type of shit, that make your girl knees touch the groundYou got plex let me know, you got beef let me knowIf 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 shitThat got the game on lock shit, that make you body rock shitThat make you shoot your glock quick, make you say Big H.A.W.K.'s sickMake you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an ice pickI write this for rightness, or even try to recite thisIf you do not like this, I'll hit you with my right fistMan you got a tight *****, that keeps on peeping meI'm a sergeant to M-A-C-K-I-N-GThen she'll belong to me, pass her to my homieThat South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-ER-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-EOr unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my cup of teaDon't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you in pre-schoolCause you broke the golden rule, and made me lose my coolNow this is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by ShadowAll go ***** blow, and kick in the *****ing do'[Hook - 2x][H.A.W.K.]The Southside got your mouth wide, eyes looking all cross eyedSitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the right sideDon't high side when I pass by, toots my horn and say hiHood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shyI wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat PatBut I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back backAsk Fat Rat it's pure facts, we tossing hoes like flap jacksLike serving fiends that white crack, they guaranteed to come backSell em that like a shot of yack, them hoes be down like fo' flatsDance around in tight slacks, for all the pimps, playas and macksConversation on who's that, pimping ain't dead I told you thatChicks chewing on my nut sack, and hang around like a clothes rackThat chit-chat that's on the street, boys out here in love with freaksMaking love between the sheets, but can't make your ends meetDisrespecting the game is deep, letting these hoes play you for weeksAnd 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 jungleWeak niggaz crumble, hold the ball don't fumbleI'm cold but I'm humble, so talk up don't mumbleSmart like Bryant Gumble, cowards tend to tumbleI rope the game like a lasso, Southside down at GrasgoA little bit of hot tobasco, about to cause a fiascoJust pass go collect your do', spit fire in the studioTurn it out at a state show, and pull you a bad hoeGet you some loving, that's hotter than an ovenKissing and hugging, and ready to get dug inI break bones and snap necks, tear flesh with techsIf you got plex, I'll put you on a bed restI suggest you move around, unless you screaming H-TownYellow bone or sugar brown, they love the way I put it downGive me the crown for the best flow, shake your ass and throw them bowsAnd if you look at me, here I go here I go[Hook - 2x]
