Hot Girlz On The Fire (Remix) - Lyrics - K.c. Redd

(feat. Bigg Ramp, Junie B.) [K.C. Redd] K.C. Redd in here One more 'gin Bigg Ramp, Junie B. Take 'Fo Remiiiiiiiiiiix [Bridge One: K.C. Redd] My Hot Boy and your Hot Boy was sittin' by the fire My Hot Boy told your Hot Boy we gonna set this place on fire [First Verse: K.C. Redd] You bout your paper? You on top? Handlin' business? Doin' swell? Down with your old man to the finish? When he in jail, or doin' time in Angola Know how it is, stay on his side, no exposure You doin' the time, without your man, with your kids Your house is laid, you got no place to make it big You sparkin' them clubs, you got more love from thugs And you hit them clubs, and represent for your hood You bounce with K.C. Redd, on a Take 'Fo track And this shive, fire rap, put them Hot Boys on the map Like them fire Hot Girls, with them gangsta *** cars That go off the wall, now can you twerk with your ward? You on that Alize'? You on an ignorant trip? Now $20,000 in case your old man get slipped? You got a "G", you wanna spend it You get your hair fixed every week with your AirMax tennis? [Chorus: K.C. Redd] Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl Then you a Hot Girl, then you a Fire Girl The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys they on fire [Second Verse: K.C. Redd + Junie B.] [K.C. Redd] Now what's happenin' with you? You doin' what your old man do? He down servin' them quarter birds and you servin' them birds too? He a paper chaser, ain't no time for bein' broke Your man down bad, so you put him on child support You don't like Vanessa You gone handle her when you catch her Put her on a stretcher You got butcher knives on your dresser Like that matching chain With them hoop earrings A tattoo on your chest, with your Baby Dad name [Junie B.] Now see I'm quick and bout it, ain't no fakin' what I'm bout to do I got that niener heated, and surrounded by the other team Now Baby what you do? Are you ballin' and stackin' G's? Do you stack some G's? In your Rover and Cherokees? You know who I be, that lil' soldier from the 1-2-3 I represent that Nolia, to the fullest, ya feelin' me? Look if you got beef, we could take it up in the streets Take off the Tommy boots, throw on the solja Rees [Chorus] [Third Verse: Junie B.] You know I'm strictly hot Ain't no fakin' it's non-stop When I grab the mic, I be makin' them eyes pop Makin' them heads bop Makin' them legs rock Makin' your braids knot Makin' your head knock Now tell me this? Are you pissed cuz I can flow? Now tell me this? Do you think my head grows? Now really chick, you be hatin' cuz you'z a clown Cuz when I spit, they all know I throw it down Respect my mind, when I say I do as I please And don't waste your time, I ain't killin' I'm runnin' deep Are you feelin' me? Ain't no pity I'm actin' bad Baby hit your brakes, you goin' fast, you bound to crash I know you speak, but you hatin' me on the low You say I'm your round, and tellin' your partners I'm a hoe But that's how it go, I respect it because I'm grown If you fake Wodie, don't pretend, just leave it alone [Chorus] [Fourth Verse: Bigg Ramp] Well respect my mind, thought I'd say what I wanna say If you hatin' Ramp and Take 'Fo, best get out the way They rap like what? Stop hatin' boy, what? Better be bout that in all black or you stuck Them Hot Girls shake it up at the top of the charts Hot Boys, solja rees, girbauds or fatigues Wild thirteen, U.P.T., dogg Valence Street Respect it or check faw, I'm H-O-T Tell me "Pay me", never boy that ain't happenin' That boy right here too clever dogg, I'm rappin', he's scrappin' Caught Flack like Roberta, for my last verse Went number one with it dogg, so now the remix hurts They can't take me, a million dollar H.B. Me, Tec, Lil' Ya, lil' riders, and Junie B. Picture me buckin', look, the whole crowd duckin' Cuz they bucked up, cuz Jubilee played somethin' [Chorus]