Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Hott, artist - Mike-DDate of issue: 04.12.2003
Song language: English
Too Hott |
| let’s call up on drank |
| let’s lean, nigga |
| let’s lean, nigga |
| Let’s, call up on drank |
| Let me see, uh, my paper stack my bank |
| In my pocket, can’t let you hock it, oh no |
| Cus I’m the crazy nigga by the name of Mike Doe |
| I did a murder with no traces |
| Still got the Versace’s on my faces |
| Moved from gallons to cases |
| And now them hoes can’t stand me |
| Nigga comin' down on the blades and I’m handlin' the wood |
| And it’s understood, niggas all good |
| And in the southside, wreckin' shop just like you wish you could |
| North come up short when they come this way |
| Cus I hold up my tech, represent the tre' |
| And let 'em know that I’m down like the ground that you walk on |
| Niggas can press on cus I got me fucked up |
| Homies got the tommy gun handy |
| Hollering at my niggas out there, uh, lookin' dandy |
| And let’s call up on drank |
| Me and my nigga P-A-T drinkin' by the bank |
| In the nine-six |
| Jumpin' in the mix |
| A young ass nigga just tryna turn a trick |
| Let’s call up on drank |
| Let’s lean nigga |
| Let’s lean nigga |
| I said, let’s call up on drank |
| Let’s lean nigga |
| Let’s lean nigga |
| Shit, for life, that’s me, P-A-T |
| Nigga always drank the codeine |
| Always wanna lean |
| Blow a big bitch square up in the air |
| Bend the bourbon, comin' down swervin' |
| Got the pot, got a lot of cash |
| We goin' to buy an eight (?) |
| I can’t think |
| I’m gone off the dank |
| I love drank so what they talkin' bout |
| I’m from the south, I got the diamond in my mouth |
| And my game, I spit the way when I’m on the lean |
| In the club, in the bitch ear now she’s gonna fiend |
| Take her to the bed, you know the story |
| The flaming glory |
| Don’t ever worry |
| Fat Pat is gonna hurry |
| And break the boys off |
| From the fucking north |
| I’m really from the south |
| So what they talkin' bout? |
| You know how I do it |
| Break it down, smoke a pound |
| Surround my sound, broke it down |
| Now I’m going to wood climb (?) |
| I’m droppin the top |
| We gon' call up on drank |
| I got a bank so what the fuck you think |
| And I’mma let you ride |
| And I’mma let you slide |
| Before I let you go |
| Because I’mma tell you now |
| Let’s call up on drank |
| Well let’s lean on it |
| Well let’s lean on it |
| Well, let’s call up on drank |
| Let’s lean nigga |
| Let’s lean nigga |
| Know what I’m saying? |
| Let’s call up on drank |
| It ain’t too late, it’s just seven in the mornin' |
| We still here goin live |
| South side staying real |
| You know we still calling up |
| Drop Botany, all day and every day |
| Pourin' drank |
| Let’s call up on drank |
| Yeah I got mine |
| It’s goin' down |
| Smooth |
| …On drank… let’s lean… let’s lean… |