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Lyrics (Chyna Doll)

Hot Spot

uhh! Guess who's back uhh! Ayo! Crime a crime Let's get it on Emcees wanna eat me But its Rammadan Peep whats on the arm When its ice its ice When I'm right, I'm right When your wrong, your wrong I'm tha bomb Records is platinum Skin is bronze Flows all night like vintage don Been this nice since umm First prince born Before the artist known as Wit my grown ass Hatas said it won't last Known how many words I flown past Celly on hold Full belly, first class And I don't play I watch them pockets Know yall niggas go broke after you cop them watches See you in the club,no bub nigga pop it And then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga not this My coat is ostrich Flow is the hottest You aint got dough, you can't go with the Fox (Chorus): You can catch me at the hot spot I fox, I plot, at the bar yall All night, I pops Is it alright Show your right You can't stop it This is our world Me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot I fox, I plot, at the bar yall All night, I pops Is it alright Show your right You can't stop it This is our world Me and my girls Yo! Cash bussing out the six Cash bussing out the niggas Crack the heart in half Hang between the two tities Scheme on your team Looking over grass pictures Pick the finest Then I put it on the minors Love after the club Meet me at the diner So you can bring your boyz We got ten cars behind us Order a steak and glass of oj and break fast Hop in the car and head straight up eighth ave The night is young Light is done Either he don't have one Or his wife is dum His whole hand numb Ice is on Pull up my tights umm and tights and huh! You can handle the road I'll play wit it Till he curve and swerve Stay wit it Niggas in the club stay hatin it Cause I put my mack down and I skated it (Repeat Chorus) x2 You can catch me at the expo Jacob Jav Knocking Jigga out the Navigator Imagine that Imagine me falling off Its not the case I'm sitting on top of tha world like Brandy and Mase Wanna buy me a case? Nigga play with this shit Big ballin bitch I want all of this shit Six amg's with the spoiler kit Chromes fronting back Niggas is loving dat Fox is wack, tell me how so I got that New York to the dirty south flow Whole album hot Even the outro This time around I'm a do about 4 This is for my niggas and bitches who count dough And for my peoples who can't roll withthe flow (Repeat Chorus) x2 Hot spot (pause) Bar yall (pause) Alright (pause) Our world (pause) Me and my girls (pause) Hot spot (pause) Bar yall (pause) Alright (pause) Our world (pause) Me and my girls (pause)

Fox & A Dog featuring DMX

[DMX] I've been playin' bitches all my life From that hoe to my wife You think I give a fuck like you don't know I'm livin' trife Strife is struggle, bitches with pussy on the juggle Little shorty named Tamica from 25th, you can smuggle Cheesin' that Columbian Connection from that Cross-the-water section, baby nines every detail for protection Injection of that shit I'm kickin', got you stickin' Niggaz you got love for, bring 'em up Cuz you with them bus off Bitches slingin' rocks, swingin' glocks, bringin' knocks Holdin' down the fun, even when it's steamin' hot Money's being gathered, honeys actin' shady So I hit it with 5 feelin' 380's Can't fox it, 300 Mercedes Time like this bring out, the savager shit Bitches ain't keepin' it real, so I'm damagin' shit I'm on that bullshit, and I'm hungry Fox with the Dog, it's about to get ugly, for real Aiyyo [CHORUS]: DMX, (Foxy Brown) Ya bitches suckin' dick (Ya niggaz see the click) Yo, you think you fuckin' sick?! (Ya'll niggaz ain't shit) Ya bitches suckin' dick (Ya niggaz want this bitch) Yo, you think you fuckin' sick?! (2x) [Foxy Brown] Nigga fuck you, eat a phat one Though I stacked on pussy Platinum lace, ain't no smile on my face Shit..., burn 'em by da waist Fuck him right to his face And tell him, crack the bitch before I blast his bitch Ya know Na Na come thru, dime, chicks, ice stucked Minked out, rolly 6, like grey chrome 6 Go to ass, wanna fuck? Nigga then go to cash, right Any bitch needs some dick in they life, make 'em Cop you with drops, but just copy some rocks Take it all from his dumb-ass, slide on his woman I'm on some shit and I'm hungry, Dog with the Fox It's about to get ugly [CHORUS](2x)

I Can't featuring Total

Uhh
Boogie brown uh huh uhh
Uhh
How you expect for me to love you
When I can't even trust you huh uhh

So he played you right
Shot a little game and he blazed you right
Talkin bout he was gonna make you wife
And make you right
And the last time you seen him it was heart break life
He fooled you girl
Pussy is power
Let me school you girl
Don't get up off it 'til he move you girl
And let no playin nigga rule your world
And screw you girl
I got 'em hatin me
I throw some pussy down
Keep 'em chasin me
Basically
Niggas game alot
So bet I game back
And make the nigga think that I came alot
And I changed the plot
When we was that dick that chain was hot
Is you on or what
Nigga cop the roach
And the double R
And you got the notes
So I know you not broke

(Chorus)
[I aint fuckin with you]
I cant fuck with you no more
[How can I love you..Cant even trust you]
[I aint fuckin with you]
I cant fuck with you no more
[How can I love you..Cant even trust you]

I got 'em mad at Fox
So I let a nigga just stab the box
I got to have 2 rocks
Even then all I do is get they asses hot
And I asked 'em "When's the last time you had some props"
I pull 'em right in his place
Throw him right down
Shake it right in his face
You like the waist
By the way bay boy would you like a taste
Let me tell you want I need on the license plates
Property of Mahogany Brown
Sent to knock on a balcony
While you knockin me down
Y'all wont be breakin me off without cakin me off
Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'all
The next nigga coppin me bags
Straight from D'ior
Prada shoes thats the bomb
Straight outta the Milan
And I'm about that money
No need to pretend
Why dont you holla at me when you ready to spend

(Chorus)

Your game is raw
And I can spit it nigga
Same as y'all
Same juice
Same cards
Aint like a chick aint ballin herself
Can you gimme more than I'm holdin myself
I aint tryin to get on no dicks
I aint tryin ta have no cat layed up in my shit
Have the next bitch layed up in my 6
Gigglin, dizzy as shit
Is it sick
I'm what a nigga would love to have
A chick with her own
Nice tits
Nice ass
Nice attitude even though I might spaz
If its still bright fast he like the white half
Cuz you know I come out
Ready to dumb out
House shoes, Slippers
I put it down for my nigga
And I'm not gonna front
I'm about my ends
So holla at me weh you ready to spend

(Chorus until end)

Job featuring Mya

Ughh
Get sticky wit it
Ughh
Get your name back
Not that
Ughh

Foxy:
Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable
Hands all in his pants, feet up on my table
Niggas I don't know, rollin' droll
Optimo, blow, you got to go
Nigga, out the door, tryin' to throw some hints
It's the first of the month, tryin' to pay some rent
Sendin' them niggas home and hit the streets
Cuz you been up layin' up, chillin' in this bitch for weeks
Know that ice is nice and sticks is sweet
Look in the fridge is full, but the shit ain't sweet
Nigga get caught to floss, keep shit to ask Newt
Sure you can charge him but the bill is you
See, ballers like you gotta pay to play
Y'all Big Pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh
You could come by, shit you can't say
That my girl Mya sing what I can't even say, c'mon

Mya:
Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J O B
If you wanna be with me
Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J O B
If you wanna be with me

Foxy:
Ughh, I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick (uh huh)
With a Benz two-thou, SE 6 (whoa)
Swatch, whatever, as long as he beds me sick
At least three TVs in every wig
I ain't tryin' to go to court for child support
In a crib cramped up, fighting for Pampers (uh huh)
I don't want draws witcha baby moms
Nigga, all I want is a car to inch on
Been tryin' to take it there, fuck the movies
I'm a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premeire
Shit, I ain't the average, I gotta have shit
And I'm a shopaholic, with a heavy shoe habit
Not one two, I need a few karats
Nigga try yourself, buy a stelleto
And I gotta have them Parrotta Bags
And them shopping sprees and a lotta cash, c'mon

Mya:
Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J O B
If you wanna be with me
Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J O B
If you wanna be with me

Foxy:
If you wanna fuck, I can spin
If you wanna friend, I gotta go
If you got dough, let 'em in
If you go broke, it ain't the end
Remember how you did it before?
Let's do it again
You could start from the bottom
Take it to the top
Start it in the Hoopty, end it in the Drop
Wanna know the secret how you stay on me?
You gotta get on, stay on your J O B, c'mon

Mya:
Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J O B
If you wanna be with me
Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J O B
If you wanna be with me

No romance without finance
No romance without finance (oooooooo)
No romance without finance (no romance without finance)
No romance without finance
No romance without finance
No romance without finance
No romance without finance
No romance without finance
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