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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.G.
Vocals
Turk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Noel Dorsey
Songwriter
Tab Virgil Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Producer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Executive Producer
Ronald Williams
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What's up man?
These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?
Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time
We got these ol' bitch ass **** scared
Look here
[Verse 2]
Luxury cars on chrome, I play that
Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that
Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that
My clique done blowed up you know haters, they hate that
Come around me with a bad bitch, you know I'ma take that
Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that
Drop a track, watch how quick I go and lace that
Cash Money, I don't think y'all **** could really fade that
Beef with me, I don't think you ready to face that
Put money in front of me, watch how quick I chase that
**** give me the weed, man, I'm ready to blaze that
I'm a man, if it's my charge, I gotta take that
Mouth off yo brains and I'ma have to waste that
K bullets burn, keep talkin' and watch you taste that
I'm so large, I gotta phone, the Feds can't trace that
You gotta respect, I'm a fool, how you love that
[Verse 3]
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help
Please, somebody help
[Verse 4]
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help
Please, somebody help
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
[Verse 5]
****, my clique raw, play it us we blow shit
We was trained for war, believe we act a fool, bitch
We take situations far, we don't play no games, bitch
We pull on side the car, pull out the K's, flame shit
We on another level, y'all stuck on the same shit
CMB came through, now we done rearranged shit
We got the game locked, these wannabe soldiers ain't shit
Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come up Valence & Magnolia, bitch
We don't wear suits, we wear tees, 'Bauds and Reez
We drink Absolut, got baguettes on our Rollies
Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzies
I don't know what make you think you could fuck wit B.G
Not in a million years, you could come and top this
I got one **** who do my beats for a fresh rock shit
Give him five or ten minutes, he goin' drop a hot hit
Fuck that other ****, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit
[Verse 6]
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help
Please, somebody help
[Verse 7]
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help
Please, somebody help
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
[Verse 8]
These Hot Boy$ on top, trained for drama
No way you goin' run, try to hide, we goin' find ya
If you forgot, it's my job to remind ya
We bust twos, playa haters we misuse
I don't give a fuck, I bruise, ****
If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools ****
Now Baby got the 'tillery duct off fo' sho'
Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two door
Lexus coupe with the combat boots on
Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on
**** goin' bleed
You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous
Ain't no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers
We busting our bang, that's off top, we trill
We don't fuck with the lame, we all real
And we about our motherfucking chains
We do or die for life
We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight
[Verse 9]
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help
Please, somebody help
[Verse 10]
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help
Please, somebody help
[Verse 11]
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me, somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot, somebody help
Please, somebody help
Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help"
[Verse 12]
It's like that ya heard me? (Got them bitch-**** hollerin', "Help")
We told you them **** need help right now
We steal and fuck shit up ya heard me?
Screamin' just like that man, not everybody goin' be Hot Boy$
But **** know who the original Hot Boy$ is
Ya heard me?
It ain't no secret
Them Cash Money millionaires, man
That's the motherfucking real, original Hot Boy$
Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$
Boy that's cold, that's sorry
**** know they sorry for that, too
But it's all gravy
I ain't trippin'
Ya heard me?
We laying it down
And it ain't no secret
You need to get ya own shit
Damn, why you have to run with our shit?
We put this shit together
We the originators
Yeah
Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy$
Written by: B.G.