Hot Damn (clipse) Lyrics - Singles - The Neptunes Present Clones

[Intro - Pharrel] 

Malice saying we to hot 

New verses please 

c'mon! 

[Chorus - Pharrel] 

Hot Damn, its a new day 

Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) 

hooooo, hooooo 

hooooo, Hot Damn 

[Verse 1 - Malice] 

My how the boys grow? 

From roaming low into homes 

To homes of his own 

No catching up he's in a whole nother zone 

Still true to his roots 

Stay close to the chrome 

Haters stay clear of him 

Ya'll stay in cheer for him 

Got up out the game and over came 

Lets hear it for him 

Keep a new toy so I wonder how good 

Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood 

Big chain monster, whip game bonkers 

Monster truck remind him of tonka 

Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter 

My deal is in the mills, 

Motherfucker and I aint stutter 

Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical 

From holding nose to roles gold 

The lords beautiful 

Before him im to shame to show my face 

But shes so mean can't help but to fall off the race 

Motherfucker 

[Chorus - Pharrel] 

Hot Damn, its a new day 

Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) 

[Verse 2 - Ab-Liva] 

Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it 

Twist and it tumbles, it 

Flips and it fumbles, I 

Mix it like gumbo, I 

Pitch it so suttle, I 

Keep hustle so pother feds I got'em wondering (wondering) 

What happened to that boy? 

Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy 

Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing? 

The man the music the making the king 

Constantly builded by me 

A million men marching like Calling them the king kong 

The verse making the world sing 

My hearts on the sleeve-a 

ya'll basically just like my opinion 

The bars hoping the sun shines on them 

But you still gotta watch the phonies 

Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie 

[Chorus - Pharrel] 

Hot Damn, its a new day 

Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) 

[Verse 3 - Pusha T] 

Ugh... Handle the rock like none other 

Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard 

In the kitchen 'til the fume make me feel smothered 

The way it melt fiends can't believe its not butter 

The way it melt he won't cop from non-other 

The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven 

Or easy bake, pink D.V's make 

The presidential look like strawberry shortcake 

P? 

[Pharrel] 

Imagine that royals royce crashed it 

we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh 

You niggas is clones, 

I hand out styles like ice cream cones 

get the fuck out'a here 

[Pusha T] 

Thats for real, my gats is real 

SL5 is looking like the batmobile 

Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh 

Both chains probably match a deal 

Ya'll dudes is a act for real 

Pusha 

[Chorus - Pharrel] 

Hot Damn, its a new day 

Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) 

[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain] 

You either salute deaf cause you looked at 

Thats what a old G told me 

That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact 

And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back 

It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place 

Im what you call a destructive war path 

It will be shell showers in todays forcast 

You a gangsta? I can't tell 

Your diamonds don't blimmen when the light hit it 

Those jewels arn't genuine, because if it was 

I'm nice with it, I would have been took that 

That skin stacked in your pocket i would have been shook that 

And this world you gotta watch it, im here to warn ya 

Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags 

My sons' home crying dont give me no slack 

Just put the mutherfucking money in the bag 

These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask 

Coldchain's not your typical crook 

Im being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush 

[Chorus - Pharrel] 

Hot Damn, its a new day 

Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) 

hooooo, hooooo 

hooooo, Hot Damn