Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Help , by - Hot Boys. Release date: 26.07.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Help |
| What’s up man? |
| These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me? |
| Oh and it’s Guerilla Warfare time |
| We got these ol’bitch ass niggaz scared |
| Look here |
| Luxury cars on chrome, I play that |
| Five figure bonds on charges, I’d paid that |
| Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that |
| My click done blewed up you know haters, they hate that |
| Come around me with a bad bitch, you know I’mma take that |
| Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that |
| Drop a track watch how quick I go and lace that |
| Cash Money I don’t think y’all niggaz could really faze that |
| Beef with me, I don’t think you ready to face that |
| Put money in front of me and watch how quick I chase that |
| Nigga give me the weed and I’m ready to blaze that |
| I’mma man and if its my charge, I gotta take that |
| Mouth off yo brains, and I’mma have to waste that |
| K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that |
| I’m so large, I gotta phone, the fedz can’t trace that |
| You gotta respect I’mma fool, how you love that |
| Hook: |
| Got these bitch niggaz hollerin’HELP |
| Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP |
| They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP |
| They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP |
| Please somebody HELP |
| Got these bitch niggaz hollerin’HELP |
| Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP |
| They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP |
| They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP |
| Please somebody HELP |
| Got these bitch niggaz hollering’HELP |
| Nigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shit |
| We was trained for war, believe we act a fool bitch |
| We take situations fo, we don’t play no games bitch |
| We put on sound to talk aloud, the kids claim shit |
| We on another level you stuck on the same shit |
| CMB came through now we done rearranged shit |
| We got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain’t shit |
| Y’all ain’t from uptown, can’t come homebound and say the flow, you |
| bitch |
| We don’t wear the suit, we wear tee’s, fro’s and reez |
| We think absolute, got bigettes on our rollies |
| Y’all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes |
| I don’t know what women think they could fuck wit B.G. |
| Not in a million years, you could come and top this |
| I wonder who goin do my beats, Fresh rock shit |
| Give him five or ten minutes, he goin drop a hot hit |
| Fuck that other nigga, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit |
| Hook: |
| Got these bitch niggaz hollerin’HELP |
| Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP |
| They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP |
| They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP |
| Please somebody HELP |
| Got these bitch niggaz hollerin’HELP |
| Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP |
| They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP |
| They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP |
| Please somebody HELP |
| Got these bitch niggaz hollering’HELP |
| These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama |
| No way you goin run, try to hide, we goin find ya I you forgot its my job to remind ya We bust twos, playa haters we misuse |
| I don’t give a fuck, I bruise nigga |
| If you ain’t know, Cash Money straight fools nigga |
| Now Baby got the ‘tillery duct off fo’sho' |
| Me and Lil’Weezy, jumpin’out the two do' |
| Lexus coupe with the combat boots on Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on Niggaz goin bleed |
| You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous |
| Ain’t no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers |
| We busting our bang, that’s off top we trill |
| We don’t fuck with the lame, we all real |
| And we about our motherfucking change |
| We do or die for life |
| We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight |
| Hook (2x): |
| Got these bitch niggaz hollerin’HELP |
| Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP |
| They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP |
| They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP |
| Please somebody HELP |
| Got these bitch niggaz hollerin’HELP |
| Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP |
| They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP |
| They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP |
| Please somebody HELP |
| Got these bitch niggaz hollering’HELP |
| (during the last time the hook is said) |
| It’s like that ya heard me? |
| We told y’all niggaz need help right now |
| We steal and fuck shit up ya heard me? |
| Just like that man, not all everybody goin be Hot Boy$ |
| But nigga know who the original Hot Boy$ is Ya heard me? |
| It ain’t no secret |
| Them Cash Money millionaires |
| Man that’s the motherfucking real, original Hot Boy$ |
| Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$ |
| Boy that’s cold, that’s sorry |
| Niggaz know they sorry fo’that too |
| But it’s all gravy |
| Can’t strip ‘em |
| Ya heard me? |
| We laying it down |
| And it ain’t no secret |
| You need to get yo’own shit |
| Damn, why you have to run with our shit |
| We put this shit together |
| We the originators |
| Yea |