We On Fire

What kinda **** that'll go and score

A '98, a '99 off the show room floor?

What? What kinda **** young, sittin' on chrome?

Got three or four cars ready to get his shine on?

****—what kinda **** leave ya and give a fuck?

Big nuts and big heart from the start?

What kinda **** stay shinin' and ride fly?

What kinda **** be bumpin' in drive-bys?

Look, look—what kinda **** be burning like a stove?

Worth six figures, hot, walkin' on gold?

What? What kinda **** kill **** in black clothes?

Street-smart and play the game how it goes?

Ah, ah, what kinda **** be driving these hoes crazy?

Claimin' that they pregnant, wanna be his ol' lady

Uh, uh—what kinda **** be sparklin' like silver?

Lil' bitty soldier thuggin', playing with a million?

Now, what kinda **** tote chops and ride hot?

Huntin' **** down up and down they fucking block?

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (Them **** is the—)

Hot Boys, the Hot Boys

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (Them **** is the—)

Hot Boys, the Hot Boys

What kinda **** don't give a fuck who you is?

Disrespectin' his mind, you jeopardizin' your kids

Yeah, what kinda **** run with nothing but head-busters?

Riding at night, hitting like a Louisville slugger?

Lil' mama—what kinda **** sport soldiers and 'bauds?

Pimp ****—and fuck hoes?

What kinda **** be duckin' the ATF?

Look, what kinda **** got clientele in the 'jects?

Well, what kinda **** play beef like a pro?

Keep enemies close and blaze like an optimo?

****—what kinda **** be sharp off the top?

Drive Benz and like diamonds that shine?

Ah, ah—what kinda **** put his name on the blimps?

Whoadie, what kinda **** make your whole life frightenin'?

Setting it off with 50 shots, strikin' like lightenin'?

Ha—what kinda **** run through ports with keys?

Getting paid seven days a week making Gs?

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (Them **** is the—)

Hot Boys, the Hot Boys

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (Them **** is the—)

Hot Boys, the Hot Boys

****, what kinda **** got this shit under control?

What kinda **** stash his bundle in his 'bauds?

Now, hold up—what kinda **** got them skanks?

Sayin' he got that fire?

Now—what kinda **** clip tight with his click?

Paper chasing and smack a piss out a bitch?

Whoadie—what kinda **** you hear about but don't see?

What kinda **** go to war like the Middle East?

Say, what kinda **** make his tramp stay in line

And can bruise your lil' twat at the, uh, same time?

Say, dog—what kinda **** be thuggin', lettin' 'em sag?

Gettin' loaded, fully loaded of dime bags?

What kinda **** do crime and serve time?

What kinda **** ride keys and serve dimes?

Just what kinda **** be on top?

Lil' girls respect his mind and he too, too hot

Now, now—what kinda **** be famous living rich?

Tossing hoes, having bitches sucking his dick?

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (Them **** is the—)

Hot Boys, the Hot Boys

The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (Them **** is the—)

Hot Boys, the Hot Boys