| Yay, yay
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| Happy Perez
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| So quick
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| LSR
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| Welcome to the hot zone
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| Chorus: Frankie J
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| DJ, turn it up
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| It’s burnin' up
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| Turn it up, it’s burnin' up
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| One time
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| So tight
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| You like
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| Big bossin' at the Hot Z-O-N-E
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| Dollar bills, crispy
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| So much sweat
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| It smellin' fishy
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| But mess me with that
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| Who be the pimps and macks
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| Me and my cousin, dirty dozen, though he wasn’t
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| With them creased up
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| Khakis suits
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| Stacee boots
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| With my troops like G’s (What you think?)
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| Bitch, please
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| (???) on the rocks
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| Platinum pinky rings and watch (Presidential)
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| Show my credentials
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| Homie, keep that ho in check
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| Chrome .44 on deck
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| Holmes, I bet
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| Don’t make me do it
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| But ain’t nobody gon' be trippin' tonight
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| Nino Beez and Bash, Frost
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| We straight flossin'
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| Motherfucker
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Hook: Frankie J. (LSR)
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| Welcome to the hot zone (Where you can dance, drink and smoke)
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| You can get your rocks on (And hustlers)
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| You can get your boss on (Where you can dance, drink and smoke)
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| Welcome to the hot zone (And hustlers)
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| Repeat Chorus
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| You say
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| You got a hot spot, but dawg, it ain’t the hot zone
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| This shit’s vivid
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| This the life and how we kick it, bad bitches
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| Half-naked
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| Two at a time, at the drop of a dime
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| With the bottle of wine
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| The '68 in rewind
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| Take you back to the top, and then it’s back
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| On the block, where we be keepin' it hot
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| You know the spot
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| Where the parkin' lot is smokin' up
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| Man, summer’s on we
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| And summer’s all coked up
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| Some come loc’ed up
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| Blaze the weed and choke up
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| Baby came horny
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| Her and a man just broke up
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| She wanna eat tab
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| She got dropped off in a cab, roll over
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| Big Frost, turnin' the world a little colder
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| Repeat Chorus, Hook & Chorus
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| We bendin' corners
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| Tailgate straight to the fiasco
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| Got my wifey wonderin'
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| «Where the hell did Bash go?»
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| Man, I’m fat linin'
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| Like Joey Crack timin'
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| With a big booty beezy, backstage, freestylin'
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| Mean wildin'
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| It’s crunker than crunk-da-dunk dunkuh
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| It’s that head stunter, lookin' for a head hunter
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| And I guarantee these chickens start actin' right
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| Playboy T.B., filmin' platinum spice
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| And hey DJ, since you got 'em on boppin'
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| Could you give your boy a shot
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| What’s pop lockin'
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| Choppers keep choppin', and them rollies, keep clockin'
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| And ain’t nobody in the hot zone, cot blockin'
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| I’m off the Hennesey
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| She off the apple pucker
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| She lookin' so famous, she a bad motherfucker
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| And oh, hubba-hubba
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| She on the floor, groovin'
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| Baby Bash, LSR, we gon' keep the chains movin'
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| Repeat Chorus, Hook & Chorus
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Yeah
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| Lone Star Ridaz
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| {LSR
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| Comin' to get ya
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| The boy Baby Bash
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| Comin' to get ya
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| The holmes Big Frost
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| Comin' to get ya
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| The boy Happy P
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| Comin' to get ya
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| Uh
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| Squares, beware
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| Squares, beware
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| Squares, beware} |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Zone, artist - Baby Bash. Album song Ultimate Cartel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп