Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot Box , by - Method Man. Release date: 25.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hot Box |
| Oh yeah… |
| DJ Drama… |
| I’m trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help) |
| I’m still going, gangster |
| I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale) |
| Bitch I’m back on my grind, you can’t tell (You can’t tell) |
| When I hit the spliff, only time we face L’s |
| Uh, okay, I stepped in this bitch like I stepped in some shit |
| Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip |
| J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I’m lifted |
| I’m finna hit the zip lick for zip-lock bags so keep your lip zipped |
| Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil |
| Pull it when the pen lit, that’s a good drag |
| He be high off it in a minute, and that’s a good bag |
| I got it from my Cali plug and she’s a dentist |
| Back in the book bag, I roll it, light it, no look pass |
| That’s too gassy, sulfuric acid, girl you nasty |
| Now the lips of this spliff is like wet as shit from your lipstick |
| You could just have it, but you still got a fatty |
| Still managing to come up with the magic in the true fashion |
| J.I.D Milly Rockin' through the madness (madness) |
| Silly cockroaches don’t forget the Glock is closer to me |
| So when you approach him or greet him do it with kosher (kosher) |
| We can smoke and you can watch me roll it up |
| Stay away from them niggas tryna sneak Cosby in your cup |
| Told you one time, I ain’t gon' do molly with you but |
| You so fine, I’d try and do some molly off your bu-, heheheh |
| I ain’t tryna sabatoge your killer vibe |
| I made a joke so I can hide what it is I really feel inside |
| But in your mind, I be wildin' and I’m high out of my mind |
| Ayy, look |
| Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up |
| My cup runneth over, theirs ain’t full enough |
| They bad, but that ain’t good enough |
| They mad 'cause they ain’t half of what I’m cookin' up |
| Taraji out in line, giving cookies a plug in my supply |
| Need a jumper cable, why? |
| Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (lie) |
| Who won’t shush me up, I heard he got that fire |
| Gon' kush me up, I’m gone |
| Push me up, mister how high, that I can kiss the sky |
| Gon' look me up |
| She pushing up her bra, like cookies looking cushy in the jaw |
| Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow |
| See police be tryna book me 'cause they put me in Segal |
| You’s a rookie, I’ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car |
| I got beef with my connect, I’m vexed |
| 'Cause you see his THC is not correct, I think he should not collect |
| Not upset, I ain’t trippin', what, he pitchin' out his best |
| Should be glad my hand is gripped around his spliff and not his neck, yes |
| This not a bogie, you already know the smell |
| Not that codeine, I heard that lean is deadly for your health |
| If you know me, then know that I already got some L’s |
| Smoke some OG, so you can smoke that reggie by yourself |
| Ha, I’m trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help) |
| I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale) |
| Bitch I’m back on my grind, you can’t tell (You can’t tell) |
| When I hit the spliff, only time we face L’s (Face L’s) |
| Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail |
| J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out |
| They studying the methods, tell them 'pass the sesh now' |
| I’m a walking legend walking with my chest out |
| Please babe don’t you push me 'cause I’m off the X, yo |
| My silence got 'em politicin' with them hedged outs |
| You hooked up on my findings, I’m hooked on this Kim, though |
| I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald |
| Look y’all ain’t ready for this, I’m back spasmin' |
| Chain too heavy, it’s giving me back spasm |
| Pardon the sarcasm, inside it’s all pessim' |
| I rides the beat until it have a bargasm, pregnant pause |
| Bitch I might shoot the club up |
| I’m way too raw, I’m going in without a rubber |
| I’m smokin' on this fire batch, it got me raisin' hell |
| While I hold this Mac-11 screaming «fuck twelve» |
| I’m trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help) |
| I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale) |
| Bitch I’m back on my grind, you can’t tell (You can’t tell) |
| When I hit the spliff, only time we face L’s (Face L’s) |
| I’m trapped in my mind, I need help |
| I sit back and recline, and inhale |
| Bitch I’m back on my grind, you can’t tell |
| When I hit the spliff, only time we face L’s |
| Right up… |
| That’s what you call generations… and generation now… |
| Know that! |
| J.I.D |