(Ms. Tee)
Yeah, fa sho, Hot Boys
P-N-C, uh
Prime Time
Misdemeanor, uh
Kangol
Dejon, got it goin' on
Hot Boy, Gert-Town hounds
Yeah, fa sho
Representin'
P-N-C
First Verse (Ms. Tee):
I want me a hot n*gga
That's not afraid to pull the trigger
I want one with big nuts
That's not afraid to give it up
A Hot Boy that got game
A Hot Boy that got a name
I want one that love to bang
Someone I can f*ck and change
I want me a soldier
That's why I'm lookin' in that Nolia
Off top, you thought I forgot?
I want a Gert-Town n*gga in a drop top
So you know, I wanna get blowed
And f*ck with them n*ggas outta Holly Grove
Calliope n*ggas be creepin'
Better watch them hot n*ggas when they sneakin'
Chorus (Ms. Tee):
They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city
Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it
They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city
Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it
They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city
Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it
They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city
Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it
Second Verse (Prime Time):
Should've heard them clowns sang "Put your solja rag up"
Should have heard them hounds sang "Put them mole rag up"
But I mean what the f*ck I say
And I mean what the f*ck I mean
Always do the job clean with the uzi machine
But I'm tough in the clutch
I'm a Bad Boy like Poppa and Puff
On a job like Starsky and Hutch
Steady playin' hatin' us, better get your sh*t tight
Better learn how to write and stop out'chea tryin' to bite
Steady dealin' with the hype
But not tonight I'm bustin' loops
But I choose I use, cuz I can't get bruised
But ask somebody that know they say Prime is a fool
I choose to be a fool to take you b*tches to school
Since you a Hot Boy, off top I know you not
You thinkin' V.L.'s the sh*t?
You must be on donuts and di*ks
My clique we be hella thick
And let that K spit b*tch
Gettin' rowdy? I doubt it
Prime Time and I'm out it
Chorus