Baby Bash, Nino Brown, LSR, OG Kid Frost, Frankie J - Hot Zone lyrics
[Baby Bash, Nino Brown, LSR, OG Kid Frost, Frankie J - Hot Zone lyrics]
Yay, yay happy Perez so quick lSR
Welcome to the hot zone
DJ, turn it up it's burnin' up
Turn it up, it's burnin' up one time
So tight
You like big bossin' at the Hot Z-O-N-E
Dollar bills, crispy so much sweat
It smellin' fishy but mess me with that
Who be the pimps and macks
Me and my cousin, dirty dozen
Though he wasn't with them creased up
Khakis suit's stacee boots
With my troops like G's (What you think?)
Bitch, please, on the rocks
Platinum pinky rings and watch (Presidential)
Show my credentials
Homie, keep that ho in check
Chrome 44 on deck holmes, I bet
Don't make me do it
But ain't nobody gon' be trippin' tonight
Nino Beez and Bash, Frost
We straight flossin' motherfucker
Welcome to the hot zone
(Where you can dance, drink and smoke)
You can get your rocks on (And hustlers)
You can get your boss on
(Where you can dance, drink and smoke)
Welcome to the hot zone (And hustlers)
You say you got a hot spot, but dawg
It ain't the hot zone this shit's vivid
This the life and how we kick it, bad bitches
Half naked
Two at a time, at the drop of a dime
With the bottle of wine the '68 in rewind
Take you back to the top, and then it's back
On the block, where we be keepin' it hot
You know the spot
Where the parkin' lot is smokin' up
Man, summer's on we
And summer's all coked up
Some come loc'ed up
Blaze the weed and choke up baby came horny
Her and a man just broke up
She wanna eat tab
She got dropped off in a cab, roll over
Big Frost, turnin' the world a little colder
We bendin' corners
Tailgate straight to the fiasco
Got my wifey wonderin'
"Where the hell did Bash go?"
Man, I'm fat linin' like Joey Crack timin'
With a big booty beezy, backstage
Freestylin' mean wildin'
It's crunker than crunk da dunk dunkuh
It's that head stunter
Lookin' for a head hunter
And I guarantee these chickens
Start actin' right
Playboy TB, filmin' platinum spice
And hey DJ, since you got 'em on boppin'
Could you give your boy a shot
What's pop lockin'
Choppers keep choppin', and them rollies
Keep clockin'
And ain't nobody in the hot zone
Cot blockin' i'm off the Hennesey
She off the apple pucker
She lookin' so famous, she a bad motherfucker
And oh, hubba hubba
She on the floor, groovin' baby Bash, LSR
We gon' keep the chains movin'
Come on so tight come on come on
Yeah lone Star Ridaz lSR comin' to get ya
The boy Baby Bash comin' to get ya
The holmes Big Frost comin' to get ya
The boy Happy P comin' to get ya
Uh squares, beware
Squares, beware squares, beware
Welcome to the hot zone
DJ, turn it up it's burnin' up
Turn it up, it's burnin' up one time
So tight
You like big bossin' at the Hot Z-O-N-E
Dollar bills, crispy so much sweat
It smellin' fishy but mess me with that
Who be the pimps and macks
Me and my cousin, dirty dozen
Though he wasn't with them creased up
Khakis suit's stacee boots
With my troops like G's (What you think?)
Bitch, please, on the rocks
Platinum pinky rings and watch (Presidential)
Show my credentials
Homie, keep that ho in check
Chrome 44 on deck holmes, I bet
Don't make me do it
But ain't nobody gon' be trippin' tonight
Nino Beez and Bash, Frost
We straight flossin' motherfucker
Welcome to the hot zone
(Where you can dance, drink and smoke)
You can get your rocks on (And hustlers)
You can get your boss on
(Where you can dance, drink and smoke)
Welcome to the hot zone (And hustlers)
You say you got a hot spot, but dawg
It ain't the hot zone this shit's vivid
This the life and how we kick it, bad bitches
Half naked
Two at a time, at the drop of a dime
With the bottle of wine the '68 in rewind
Take you back to the top, and then it's back
On the block, where we be keepin' it hot
You know the spot
Where the parkin' lot is smokin' up
Man, summer's on we
And summer's all coked up
Some come loc'ed up
Blaze the weed and choke up baby came horny
Her and a man just broke up
She wanna eat tab
She got dropped off in a cab, roll over
Big Frost, turnin' the world a little colder
We bendin' corners
Tailgate straight to the fiasco
Got my wifey wonderin'
"Where the hell did Bash go?"
Man, I'm fat linin' like Joey Crack timin'
With a big booty beezy, backstage
Freestylin' mean wildin'
It's crunker than crunk da dunk dunkuh
It's that head stunter
Lookin' for a head hunter
And I guarantee these chickens
Start actin' right
Playboy TB, filmin' platinum spice
And hey DJ, since you got 'em on boppin'
Could you give your boy a shot
What's pop lockin'
Choppers keep choppin', and them rollies
Keep clockin'
And ain't nobody in the hot zone
Cot blockin' i'm off the Hennesey
She off the apple pucker
She lookin' so famous, she a bad motherfucker
And oh, hubba hubba
She on the floor, groovin' baby Bash, LSR
We gon' keep the chains movin'
Come on so tight come on come on
Yeah lone Star Ridaz lSR comin' to get ya
The boy Baby Bash comin' to get ya
The holmes Big Frost comin' to get ya
The boy Happy P comin' to get ya
Uh squares, beware
Squares, beware squares, beware