Käännös: Valitse. Blowin "Hot Air.
the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the
Thanks to jigga@hot.ee for these lyrics. It starts like this Just cock and lick it Gats hit harder than fists The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted
have an eye problem Pistol on my hip I got a thigh problem Rock ya hips Crime Mob em Jae Millz And let em boy know you would time bomb em Click Click
York, New York n****z die for the cheese I air your house out like a can of Fabreeze, at ease Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover Click clack, ya
no bluffin', the body bagged Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic, chrome startin' up static Greed means that you die quick, click
album going platinum Y'all niggas is going double plastic Shit'll get tragic, if one of you fools Choose to make me use my automatic Click-clack-blow, Curren$y the Hot
[Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw
lick between my knees Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your three down the Ave Blow up spots on because I'm mad Break up affairs lick shots in the air
all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically I'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats Air
real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [
'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit' the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit, I represent intellectual violence And leave your click
bang the hot hopper 'til all four pumps bust (bust) Smoke dust then take ten paces with big bright bows in my flamed phat laces W.C. Thunder thunder hot
I Gotta Smoke Good im Pullin On Big Fat Cigars Like Suge I Aint Gotta Explain What's Already Understood Baby Im A G Im Trying To Get Full That Hot
in the air like this, like this And put your finger in the air like that, like that Yeah... everybody on the West Side Everybody on the West Side Put your finger in the air
and Vodka, the tower of power A plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour I don't stop perkin' keeps in goin' A full house in my dank room blow air Nigga
I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it locked Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas I came to make y'all freak one another I,
it's one man Let the shit hit the fan Cause ain't no way in this world I'm playin pussy Niggaz better try to kill and ambush me Blow for blow, hit for
