Letras:
Hot Leg Chickens

little council flat Nothing up my sleeve, nothing under my hat And the clock just keeps on ticking There's nobody here but this chicken And the clock just keeps on ticking There's noboty here but us chickens

make moves like Olajuwon Started out sellin dimes and nicks Graduated to a brick No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip Legendary like a schoolboy Crushin merely nearly every every chick

on a DJ Clue mixtape [Intro] (Ladies) Oh yeah mutha fucka that's that shit Oh come on [Nas] Ladies make it hot Thugs make it hot make it pop [Chorus

I know you see the gwap, 'cause money is what we on Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on Bad yella bitch keep my passenger seat warm Leg hangin

: I Know U See Da Gwap Cause Gettin Money Is Wut We On Ridin Drop Top In Da Winter Wit Da Heat On Bad Yella Bitch Keep My Passenger Seat Warm Leg Hangin

he said its so unique He trying to get with me, so his chick can get like me I said even the time on my hand cost me an arm and a leg Can't find this

shittin? It's Hot Nixon, same team same position Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken I

And back heads down every time we sing Give us a hundred grand for a show, let us rock For more money, more chicks, more private stock [Streetlife] They

chicks, all hot chicks Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks Thin chicks, round chicks Black, white, yellow and brown chicks Got chicks, all hot chicks Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks