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)
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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)
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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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