Coming Wit It! Lyrics
(Ms. Tee)
Yeah, fa sho, Hot Boys
P-N-C, uh
Prime Time
Misdemeanor, uh
Kangol
Dejon, got it goin' on
Hot Boy, Gert-Town hounds
Yeah, fa sho
Representin'
P-N-C
First Verse (Ms. Tee):
I want me a hot nigga
That's not afraid to pull the trigger
I want one with big nuts
That's not afraid to give it up
A Hot Boy that got game
A Hot Boy that got a name
I want one that love to bang
Someone I can fuck and change
I want me a soldier
That's why I'm lookin' in that Nolia
Off top, you thought I forgot?
I want a Gert-Town nigga in a drop top
So you know, I wanna get blowed
And fuck with them niggas outta Holly Grove
Calliope niggas be creepin'
Better watch them hot niggas when they sneakin'
Chorus (Ms. Tee):
They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city
Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it
They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city
Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it
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They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city
Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it
They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city
Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it
Second Verse (Prime Time):
Should've heard them clowns sang "Put your solja rag up"
Should have heard them hounds sang "Put them mole rag up"
But I mean what the fuck I say
And I mean what the fuck I mean
Always do the job clean with the uzi machine
But I'm tough in the clutch
I'm a Bad Boy like Poppa and Puff
On a job like Starsky and Hutch
Steady playin' hatin' us, better get your shit tight
Better learn how to write and stop out'chea tryin' to bite
Steady dealin' with the hype
But not tonight I'm bustin' loops
But I choose I use, cuz I can't get bruised
But ask somebody that know they say Prime is a fool
I choose to be a fool to take you bitches to school
Since you a Hot Boy, off top I know you not
You thinkin' V.L.'s the shit?
You must be on donuts and dicks
My clique we be hella thick
And let that K spit bitch
Gettin' rowdy? I doubt it
Prime Time and I'm out it
Chorus
