Letra de Hot Boyz (Remix), Missy Elliot



(feat. Eve, Lil' Mo, Nas, Q-Tip) 

[Missy] 
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers, uh 

[Nas] 
Uh, forty side felony 
Felony, misdemeanor 
The charge is murder 
Escobar CB on bikes 
I'm switching gears 
Headlights, shine so bright 
Bitches freeze like deers 
Them fiends want that deep boy 
Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy 
Push ya where ya rest in peace boy 
Get your mama's house shot up 
Bodies all chopped up 
When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up 
My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top 
Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot 
Crushin' your Benz, crushin' your Navigator system 
My QB piece make y'all niggas tuck you're shit in 
It's Nas in your area, Queens 'bout to tear it up 
Braveheart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us 

[Missy & Lil' Mo] 
What's your name, cause I'm impressed? 
Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less 
You a hot boy, a rock boy 
A fun toy, tote a glock boy 
Where you live, is it by yourself? 
Can I move with you, do you need some help? 
I cook boy, I'll give you more 
I'm a fly girl, and I like those 

[1] -[Missy & Lil' Mo] 
Hot boyz 
Baby you got what I want 
See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps 
And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps 
Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's 
Hot boyz 
Baby you got what I want 
See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars 
And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce 
Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's 

[Missy & Lil' Mo] 
Is that your car, the SK-8? 
Are you riding alone, can I be your date? 
Come get me, get me, don't diss me, don't trick me 
Got some friends, can they come too? 
Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you 
A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy 
And I like those 

[Repeat 1] 

[Eve] 
Yo only take 'em thugged out 
Slightly bugged out, fuck with his tongue out 
Know the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged out 
Hot boy, keep me right 
Play your part and I'll keep it tight 
Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night 
But up in the sheets with me aiight 
Gangsta, true to your gang, street master 
You the one I need when there's beef, street blaster 
Ain't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat, huh 
Soldier, cash money, rule your world 
What's topping that? 
Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes 
Get a tingle in my spine, wet spot only he knows 
He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it 
Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it 
If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride 
Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh 
'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed 
Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer 
I ain't with it, with it 

[Q-Tip] 
Yo, mommy what the deal? 
Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga hold 
I think you really should be told that I deal with long shafts 
That keep a long blast (blast) 
Now look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on) 
Word you got your girlfriend 
Word, she can get it too 
Fuck it though, I'm honest yo 
I'm saying though, let's play it through 
Getting cinematic with it 
Niggas if you got it, hit it 
Fuck the dumbness 
Hit it till its numbness 

[Missy & Lil' Mo'] 
Hot boy 
Baby you got what I want 
Won't you really come and satisfy me 
I be lovin' you like endlessly 
(Everyday all day) 
Hot boy 
Baby you got what I want 
Won't you really come and satisfy me

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