Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Plate, artist - Foreign Beggars. Album song Slow Broiled Ilk, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.04.2009
Record label: Dented
Song language: English
Hot Plate |
| What is one man’s dearest fantasy, |
| is anothers most horrific nightmare. |
| So what you say when we sprayin N' gun |
| spraying rappers, instead of gazing at us, hating! |
| Should be praying for your life. |
| We get you swaying, |
| when we playing every jam its ramma that’s why we |
| staying at the top because we blazin up these mics |
| So what you say when we sprayin N' gun |
| spraying rappers, instead of gazing at us, hating! |
| Should be praying for your life. |
| We get you swaying, |
| when we playing every jam its ramma that’s why we |
| staying at the top because we blazin up these mics |
| Oi! |
| Better not try and do nuattin! |
| Shut ya mouth and don’t try say nauttin! |
| Step to the mark if ya think man’s blufffin, |
| because I wouldn’t hesitate to push my red button! |
| I’m set to go, the quest is trophies to get the gold blessed! |
| We step with tall tress and blessed with |
| from north, west, we just drop down a set with next to no sleep! |