Hot (rosco P. Coldchain) Lyrics - Singles - The Neptunes Present Clones

[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell) 

Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!) 

You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home 

Without speaking you'll give me your chain 

I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain 

They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain 

Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!) 

[Verse 1: Pusha T] 

It go hot waist - Desert taste 

Four pounds of metal, triangle face 

Hesi-tate - never, I'll put hole in whoever 

Don't make Push' Russian Roulette ya 

Gamble wit ya life 

Change came from cocaine I've measured 

White was the treasure, comfort was the steel 

I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel 

Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street 

They measure my weight in Richter 

Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public 

But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake 

By all means I've seen I've lived 

By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed 

{*scratches*} My dreams start over the stove 

I ran over the globe and back again 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain] 

Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in 

Or a window to throw it out of 

I'm filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though 

Iceberg on the seams of jeans? no! 

I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man 

Delta '88 on rims man, wit mirror tint 

And four of my most militant men whose trying to stay sucka free 

That's why they hang around me, cause I ain't print 

Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch 

I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip 

I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich 

That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you're doing great!" 

Keep chillin while I'm flashing the glock in their face 

I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning! 

But the Lord knows I have three children 

Now I'm somewhere in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ with a broad 

Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far! 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Boobonic] 

I'm starting wit the man in the mirror 

Mask need to make that change 

That real doe, that point something paper 

Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit {*scratches*} 

Look 'Bonic really been through shit 

Pay close attention when Boo' spit 

Uh, lack 'a that'll get you hit 

And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around 

Nigga front like he want his car spun around 

Window drop block pop spin around 

Niggaz stand up looking for 'em sit em down 

And ya see em laid out 

That's why when I was young I stayed out 

And plus being pussy ya niggaz is played out 

I made means to get that cream 

We all playas all they say is how you get that team 

[Chorus]