Hot Shit

Southside, H-A-W-K

What, what, what...

[Hook]

I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down

The type of shit, that make your girl knees touch the ground

You got plex let me know, you got beef let me know

If you looking for me nigga, here I go here I go

[H.A.W.K.]

I spit that hot shit that rock shit, that make you drop your top shit

That got the game on lock shit, that make you body rock shit

That make you shoot your glock quick, make you say Big H.A.W.K.'s sick

Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an ice pick

I write this for rightness, or even try to recite this

If you do not like this, I'll hit you with my right fist

Man you got a tight bitch, that keeps on peeping me

I'm a sergeant to M-A-C-K-I-N-G

Then she'll belong to me, pass her to my homie

That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E

Or unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my cup of tea

Don't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you in pre-school

Cause you broke the golden rule, and made me lose my cool

Now this is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow

All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'

[Hook x2]

[H.A.W.K.]

The Southside got your mouth wide, eyes looking all cross eyed

Sitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the right side

Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn and say hi

Hood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shy

I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat

But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back back

Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts, we tossing hoes like flap jacks

Like serving fiends that white crack, they guaranteed to come back

Sell em that like a shot of yack, them hoes be down like fo' flats

Dance around in tight slacks, for all the pimps, playas and macks

Conversation on who's that, pimping ain't dead I told you that

Chicks chewing on my nut sack, and hang around like a clothes rack

That chit-chat that's on the street, boys out here in love with freaks

Making love between the sheets, but can't make your ends meet

Disrespecting the game is deep, letting these hoes play you for weeks

And you wonder why you ain't on feet, cause actions speak and talk is cheap

[Hook x2]

[H.A.W.K.]

Are y'all ready to rumble, the Tarzan of this jungle

Weak niggaz crumble, hold the ball don't fumble

I'm cold but I'm humble, so talk up don't mumble

Smart like Bryant Gumble, cowards tend to tumble

I rope the game like a lasso, Southside down at Grasgo

A little bit of hot tobasco, about to cause a fiasco

Just pass go collect your do', spit fire in the studio

Turn it out at a state show, and pull you a bad hoe

Get you some loving, that's hotter than an oven

Kissing and hugging, and ready to get dug in

I break bones and snap necks, tear flesh with techs

If you got plex, I'll put you on a bed rest

I suggest you move around, unless you screaming H-Town

Yellow bone or sugar brown, they love the way I put it down

Give me the crown for the best flow, shake your ass and throw them bows

And if you look at me, here I go here I go

[Hook x2]