Hot Shit lyrics

Artist  : Hawk 
Song : Hot Shit



 Send "Hot Shit" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
Southside, H-A-W-K



What, what, what...







[Hook]



I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's
going down



The type of shit, that make your girl knees touch
the ground



You got plex let me know, you got beef let me
know



If you looking for me nigga, here I go here I
go







[H.A.W.K.]



I spit that hot shit that rock shit, that make
you drop your top shit



That got the game on lock shit, that make you
body rock shit



That make you shoot your glock quick, make you
say Big H.A.W.K.'s sick



Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than
an ice pick



I write this for rightness, or even try to recite
this



If you do not like this, I'll hit you with my
right fist



Man you got a tight bitch, that keeps on peeping
me



I'm a sergeant to M-A-C-K-I-N-G



Then she'll belong to me, pass her to my homie



That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E



R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E



Or unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my
cup of tea



Don't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you
in pre-school



Cause you broke the golden rule, and made me lose
my cool



Now this is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on
this track by Shadow



All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'







[Hook - 2x]







[H.A.W.K.]



The Southside got your mouth wide, eyes looking
all cross eyed



Sitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the
right side



Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn and
say hi



Hood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act
shy



I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like
Fat Pat



But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes
to back back



Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts, we tossing hoes like
flap jacks



Like serving fiends that white crack, they
guaranteed to come back



Sell em that like a shot of yack, them hoes be
down like fo' flats



Dance around in tight slacks, for all the pimps,
playas and macks



Conversation on who's that, pimping ain't dead I
told you that



Chicks chewing on my nut sack, and hang around
like a clothes rack



That chit-chat that's on the street, boys out
here in love with freaks



Making love between the sheets, but can't make
your ends meet



Disrespecting the game is deep, letting these
hoes play you for weeks



And you wonder why you ain't on feet, cause
actions speak and talk is cheap







[Hook - 2x]







[H.A.W.K.]



Are y'all ready to rumble, the Tarzan of this
jungle



Weak niggaz crumble, hold the ball don't
fumble



I'm cold but I'm humble, so talk up don't
mumble



Smart like Bryant Gumble, cowards tend to
tumble



I rope the game like a lasso, Southside down at
Grasgo



A little bit of hot tobasco, about to cause a
fiasco



Just pass go collect your do', spit fire in the
studio



Turn it out at a state show, and pull you a bad
hoe



Get you some loving, that's hotter than an
oven



Kissing and hugging, and ready to get dug in



I break bones and snap necks, tear flesh with
techs



If you got plex, I'll put you on a bed rest



I suggest you move around, unless you screaming
H-Town



Yellow bone or sugar brown, they love the way I
put it down



Give me the crown for the best flow, shake your
ass and throw them bows



And if you look at me, here I go here I go







[Hook - 2x]