Hottest In The Hood

(专辑： Gudda Muzik - 2009)

What's up, Red Cafe?
Had to get on this, my nigga
Ha ha, Jay motherfucking Rock, Top Dawg

Hottest nigga in the hood
I'm the hottest nigga in the hood
I'm the hottest nigga in the hood
I'm the hottest nigga in the hood

I'm the hottest nigga in the hood
From Watts to the beach, Comptown to the woods
Project animal, chill with the wolves
Wish a nigga would, shoot him till my clip empty
Reload, four metal jacket, pull up in a four-door
Hop out, AK-47, want war?
Vietnam bomb on your front line, boy
Gutter as I want to be, shoe range every week
Practice ain't like text messages when I raise the heat
D. Wade in black shades on the Manhattan Beach, boy
Show you how to do this, Blood
Rest in peace for [?], Westside love
It's some cherry red Chucks, got my fade, tape it up
Mary-Kate and Ashley in the trunk
Birds for thirteen-five
Tell Jeezy to meet me outside of the [?], Hollywood and Vine
I fuck over the game while you right at the pawn
She gon' lick on her while she ride on mine's
This is rider music, you stupid if Rock don't shine
Every day in office, you called it Barack O'Brien
Drinking Cîroc, Diddy endorse a nigga, put my money in stocks
Thinking back when I poked holes in a sock
Ski mask, '94, pants dip in the yacht
With a foreign bitch, all she ever say is, "Ya"
Cry, frankly, stashed old money and my [?]
Hoopty was janky, but now I [?]
Blowtorch left his leg and his corpse stanky
DTs roll through, tell 'em that it ain't me
I'm high all day off the [?] all day
Like a lawyer who vice for you to slide through the case
I slide through a case of Cristal and get buck wild
Niggas that didn't fuck with me, they on my nuts now
Ye-ye, from the West but no beats from Kanye
I need some 808s, fuck with me in the lab all day like a scientist
Hit the streets, bring bad food for the lion's den
Violent, pulling bitch-niggas' strings like a violin
Bet he never fuck with my vibe again
Double X-L, Pro Club, take it off
Bitch, give me back rubs, fuck her, then I'm taking off
Next city, drinking [?], stacks to the bitches with the biggest ass
While you're throwing ones, I be throwing fifties
I know 50, I'm a tell you why
He chasing the billy and so am I
Oh, I forgot, the sour [?]
I never fell off, kept the magazine with me on through the [?]
I smoke like a 'Lac exhaust, blowing Os like it's doing donuts
My dough nuts, got more credentials than Winchell's
Ha ha, now that's funny to me
K. Dot, these niggas ain't fucking with me
They be fucking with Blood dolls, leave her [?] in the sheets
I fuck with model bitches you would never would see
They pull up in UFOs every time we meet
Now, tell me who hot in these streets?
J motherfucking Rock just bodied this beat, I'm done