Royce da 5'9", Kid Vishis - Hottest In The Hood lyrics
[Royce da 5'9", Kid Vishis - Hottest In The Hood lyrics]
Hello Hip-Hoppers, My-Spacers, Facebookers
Tweeters this is Royce Da 5'9" and I'm
Officially starting The Bar Exam 3
Slaughterhouse movement
Y'all niggas ain't with us then
What the fuck is y'all doing, bitches
Me and Vishis, nevermind
Let's just go into it
Young Vish, take a dookey with me
Asher Roth, take a dookey with me
Kid Cudi, take a dookey with me
My nigga Drake, take a dookey with me
Wale, take a dookey with me
Charles Hamilton, take a dookey with me
As you can see I'm on some new school shit
I pull strings like the symphony
To get you murdered
So you can call it a Juice Crew Hit
We carrying this
My nigga Joey already murdered this beat i'm
Digging it up and re-burying it
I wish a fake would nigga, Nickel stay good
The nose on the shotgun wide like J hood's
Speaking of him, he's a bum
Hundred rounds, I hundred pound punks
Get done
Rap nigga, rapping his way to his demise
I ain't Ransom
Chump I don't shoot in the sky
Speaking of him, he a bum, too
I treat war like it's a art like Sun Tzu
I feel like I am the answer when the gun drew
The most rhetorical question is
"What you gon' do?"
Gang Starr pennacle as far as Preme goes
Through with the album i'm in Bar Exam 3 mode
Y'all niggas fools riding with
Niggas i ride with
Pistols and gardening tools that mean HOES!
Y'all motherfucker's crazy
And I don't understand it like Ross dissing
50 Cent and Big and I'm Shady
No disrespect to Big Ross, I fuck with you
Dog! Y'all niggas tryna get rid of
Me: flush the toilet
I'm the shit the physical the fact that I got
It is just why I'm down the Trick
Speaking of Trick
I'm down with Trick what I spit
Is illegal it just sound LEGIT!
And y'all so-so
I'm in my own lane ain't nobody else in
It like I'm in the car solo
The flow trip a nigga naked
And then leave pasties
On his nipples i let the bars go-GO!
Young Vishis with me he the next
Fit Slaughterhouse member let el Nino Bless
We like Woo, he the inspector he on deck
We like the tribe
Either the "Booyah!" or call quest
I'm (bar bell brolic)
My niggas' killer bees y'all nigga
Smelling like bee pollen
Honey don't do it to yourself, dunny
Guess it's my nigga Crooked cause we
Can hit niggas on Ryker's Island
You can either die or dodge a bullet
Nobody riding but the shotty and me and my
Hooded what else is you good at?
Your rhymes is dying
I'm flawless call me VVS diamond Ryan
It's how we got the lames
Knock a nigga teeth out of his mouth
Have him feeling that Tallahassee pain
Fuck the motherfucking bucket he
Can kick the bucket
Booyaka! Booyaka! Finger touching
End of discussion
Young Vish, take a dookey with me
Asher Roth, take a dookey with me
Kid Cudi, take a dookey with me
My nigga Drake, take a dookey with me
Wale, take a dookey with me
Charles Hamilton, take a dookey with me
Sick rap, verbal AR
Pain kickback at the end of every bar
How are you a star when local is all you are
You a starving artist that can't
Walk through the mall
Cook crack, I don't even cook food
I have my bitch do that, I'm that dude
The '09 ravishing Rick Rude
Let you marry her so I can
Take her on a honeymoon
And you two goon blog boss
Get you all off, no cost
Your loss we want war j Hood, you lunch, boy
Ha! Laugh at you ain't got the heart
To pull the piece and blast
You smaller than my niece
Slaughterhouse affiliate, I'm a beast
I don't write raps, I drop turds on beats
Any random nigga better than Ransom
Blog is bad for your health
You indoubted yourself
You a killer? Nigga, kill pussy be a pussy
Smells fishy make them take the bait
For heaven's sake i rhyme like i can write
Rhymes for Weezy like Drake
For the cake I'll battle a savage
Fuck the cops show me the green
I'll bring malice he trying to drop Hip-Hop
I'm trying to grab it
From your ringtone rappers
Fake Gs and faggots
I know I ain't the baddest
True my brother Smack Man'll have
You bagged in the trash
Trying to burn me and get your ass whooped
Fast as DJ VLAD calling Ross a turn piece
Call the ambulance
He couldn't stand a chance
357 in hand doing a hammer dance
Take a nigga back like the Hammer pants
Watch ya life get took from
You like Hammmer's mansion
Rip up Bum C fright
Cold enough to swallow the
Sun and bring night
Sneeze light, fight through the cypher
Just to steal your pen, pad and your mic
Not a killer but bullets change
Ya life like Erykah Badu, pussy
Young Vish, take a dookey with me
Asher Roth, take a dookey with me
Kid Cudi, take a dookey with me
My nigga Drake, take a dookey with me
Wale, take a dookey with me
Charles Hamilton, take a dookey with me
Tweeters this is Royce Da 5'9" and I'm
Officially starting The Bar Exam 3
Slaughterhouse movement
Y'all niggas ain't with us then
What the fuck is y'all doing, bitches
Me and Vishis, nevermind
Let's just go into it
Young Vish, take a dookey with me
Asher Roth, take a dookey with me
Kid Cudi, take a dookey with me
My nigga Drake, take a dookey with me
Wale, take a dookey with me
Charles Hamilton, take a dookey with me
As you can see I'm on some new school shit
I pull strings like the symphony
To get you murdered
So you can call it a Juice Crew Hit
We carrying this
My nigga Joey already murdered this beat i'm
Digging it up and re-burying it
I wish a fake would nigga, Nickel stay good
The nose on the shotgun wide like J hood's
Speaking of him, he's a bum
Hundred rounds, I hundred pound punks
Get done
Rap nigga, rapping his way to his demise
I ain't Ransom
Chump I don't shoot in the sky
Speaking of him, he a bum, too
I treat war like it's a art like Sun Tzu
I feel like I am the answer when the gun drew
The most rhetorical question is
"What you gon' do?"
Gang Starr pennacle as far as Preme goes
Through with the album i'm in Bar Exam 3 mode
Y'all niggas fools riding with
Niggas i ride with
Pistols and gardening tools that mean HOES!
Y'all motherfucker's crazy
And I don't understand it like Ross dissing
50 Cent and Big and I'm Shady
No disrespect to Big Ross, I fuck with you
Dog! Y'all niggas tryna get rid of
Me: flush the toilet
I'm the shit the physical the fact that I got
It is just why I'm down the Trick
Speaking of Trick
I'm down with Trick what I spit
Is illegal it just sound LEGIT!
And y'all so-so
I'm in my own lane ain't nobody else in
It like I'm in the car solo
The flow trip a nigga naked
And then leave pasties
On his nipples i let the bars go-GO!
Young Vishis with me he the next
Fit Slaughterhouse member let el Nino Bless
We like Woo, he the inspector he on deck
We like the tribe
Either the "Booyah!" or call quest
I'm (bar bell brolic)
My niggas' killer bees y'all nigga
Smelling like bee pollen
Honey don't do it to yourself, dunny
Guess it's my nigga Crooked cause we
Can hit niggas on Ryker's Island
You can either die or dodge a bullet
Nobody riding but the shotty and me and my
Hooded what else is you good at?
Your rhymes is dying
I'm flawless call me VVS diamond Ryan
It's how we got the lames
Knock a nigga teeth out of his mouth
Have him feeling that Tallahassee pain
Fuck the motherfucking bucket he
Can kick the bucket
Booyaka! Booyaka! Finger touching
End of discussion
Young Vish, take a dookey with me
Asher Roth, take a dookey with me
Kid Cudi, take a dookey with me
My nigga Drake, take a dookey with me
Wale, take a dookey with me
Charles Hamilton, take a dookey with me
Sick rap, verbal AR
Pain kickback at the end of every bar
How are you a star when local is all you are
You a starving artist that can't
Walk through the mall
Cook crack, I don't even cook food
I have my bitch do that, I'm that dude
The '09 ravishing Rick Rude
Let you marry her so I can
Take her on a honeymoon
And you two goon blog boss
Get you all off, no cost
Your loss we want war j Hood, you lunch, boy
Ha! Laugh at you ain't got the heart
To pull the piece and blast
You smaller than my niece
Slaughterhouse affiliate, I'm a beast
I don't write raps, I drop turds on beats
Any random nigga better than Ransom
Blog is bad for your health
You indoubted yourself
You a killer? Nigga, kill pussy be a pussy
Smells fishy make them take the bait
For heaven's sake i rhyme like i can write
Rhymes for Weezy like Drake
For the cake I'll battle a savage
Fuck the cops show me the green
I'll bring malice he trying to drop Hip-Hop
I'm trying to grab it
From your ringtone rappers
Fake Gs and faggots
I know I ain't the baddest
True my brother Smack Man'll have
You bagged in the trash
Trying to burn me and get your ass whooped
Fast as DJ VLAD calling Ross a turn piece
Call the ambulance
He couldn't stand a chance
357 in hand doing a hammer dance
Take a nigga back like the Hammer pants
Watch ya life get took from
You like Hammmer's mansion
Rip up Bum C fright
Cold enough to swallow the
Sun and bring night
Sneeze light, fight through the cypher
Just to steal your pen, pad and your mic
Not a killer but bullets change
Ya life like Erykah Badu, pussy
Young Vish, take a dookey with me
Asher Roth, take a dookey with me
Kid Cudi, take a dookey with me
My nigga Drake, take a dookey with me
Wale, take a dookey with me
Charles Hamilton, take a dookey with me
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