(feat. Bullet Proof) Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out. [Turk:] Niggas steady getting chopped Losin they life behind
the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus So, don't fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin' a gat Yeah nigga, I stay strapped. [Chorus:] Somethin' hot
it...Like Me! And they know it they cant spit it the same But still they try, cuz thats part of the game, WHUTS MY NAME?! [Chorus] [Verse 2] These niggaz
me.. My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted White boys
somethin bout me.. My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted White boys
down, underneath you just a clown time everyone see, what you really be play the game, the game gets played i got a man and he goes by feadz play the game, the game
Rollin' with the big boys soakin up game, And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames The easier it got n**** the harder it came, But I stayed in the game
me My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patty's day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey oh we with the matchin' new wear fitted White boys
like Ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo! Close your mouth before your mouth get you into something with them detriot niggas WE DEEP! [Verse 2 Trick Trick] The godfather n
by no boy Your food look just right I'ma eat your porridge Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no storage I kid you not I spit too hot to diss
Oh, militainment, oh, militainment, oh, militainment Come on, militainment, oh, militainment This one is the hot one Militainment, ay yo, militainment
Oh, oh (Millitainment, millitainment) Oh, come on (Millitainment, millitainment) Oh, this one is the hot one (Millitainment, millitainment) Aiyyo (Millitainment
Killah] Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day
Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Verse 2: Flow
momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man) ?Muff? boys like Kobe at the Ruckers Play Chris Tucker, Rush all you cocksukers You way to lame I showed you game
after we get bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter We takin' over the network, Tech N9ne is the master, master We can sing or we can bang It ain't no game
