Missy Elliott - Hot Boyz Lyrics
[Missy]This is for my ghetto mother*****ers, uh[Nas:]Uh, forty side felonyFelony, misdemeanorThe charge is murderEscobar CB on bikesI'm switching gearsHeadlights, shine so bright*****es freeze like deersThem fiends want that deep boyFeds send in a decoy, pack that heat boyPush ya where ya rest in peace boyGet your mama's house shot upBodies all chopped upWhen them bodies pop upI ain't getting' locked upMy Bentley cruise the blockWith the sun roof topHood rats jumpin' on my jockCuz I blew up the spotCrushin' your Benz, crushin'Your Navigator systemMy QB piece make y'all niggas tuckYour shit inIt's Nas in your areaQueens 'bout to tear it upBraveheart y'all scared of usReal niggasThey be us[Missy:]What's your name, cause I'm impressed?Can you treat me good, I won't settle for lessYou a hot boy, a rock boyA fun toy, tote a glock boyWhere you live, is it by yourself?Can I move with you, do you need some help?I cook boy, I'll give you moreI'm a fly girl, and I like those[Missy & Lil' Mo:]Hot boyzBaby you got what I wantSee cause y'all be driving Lexus jeepsAnd the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeepsNothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa'sHot boyzBaby you got what I wantSee cause y'all be driving' JaguarsAnd the Bentley's, and the Rolls RoycePlayin' 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 meGot some friends, can they come too?Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like youA hot boy, a rock boy, on top boyAnd I like those[Missy & Lil' Mo:]Hot boyzBaby you got what I wantSee cause y'all be driving Lexus jeepsAnd the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeepsNothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa'sHot boyzBaby you got what I wantSee cause y'all be driving' JaguarsAnd the Bentley's, and the Rolls RoycePlayin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's[Eve:]Yo only take 'em thugged outSlightly bugged out, ***** with his tongue outKnow the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged outHot boy, keep me rightPlay your part and I'll keep it tightWhere else you gonna be in the middle of the nightBut up in the sheets with me aiightGangsta, true to your gang, street masterYou the one I need when there's beef, street blasterAin't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat, huhSoldier, cash money, rule your worldWhat's topping that?Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toesGet a tingle in my spine, wet spot only he knowsHe's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit itRuff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with itIf your team can't handle my *****es then we gon' rideBrickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committedMess with many, but if he ain't the realerI ain't with it, with it[Q-Tip:]Yo, mommy what the deal?Ain't no heat *****in' hotter than the heat a nigga holdI think you really should be told that I deal with long shaftsThat keep a long blast (blast)Now look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on)Word you got your girlfriendWord, she can get it too***** it though, I'm honest yoI'm saying though, let's play it throughGetting cinematic with itNiggas if you got it, hit it***** the dumbnessHit it till its numbness[Missy & Lil' Mo:]Hot boyBaby you got what I wantWon't you really come and satisfy meI be lovin' you like endlessly(Everyday all day)Hot boyBaby you got what I wantWon't you really come and satisfy me
