Hot Spot

* no more corrections are being accepted on this song<br><br>Uh-huh uh, UHH<br>Guess who`s back! Uhh<br>Yeah, uhh, uhh<br><br>Verse One:<br><br>Aiyyo! Rhyme or crime, let`s get it on<br>MC`s wanna eat me but it`s Ramadan<br>Peep what`s on the arm, when it`s ice it`s ice<br>When I`m right, I`m right, when you`re wrong, you`re wrong<br>I`m the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze<br>Flows all night like vintage Dom<br>Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb<br>Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass<br>Haters said it won`t last, know how many birds I flown past<br>Celly on roam, full belly, first class<br>And I don`t play, I watch them pockets<br>Know y`all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches<br>See you in the club, no bub` nigga pop it <br>Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this<br>My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest<br>You ain`t got dough, you can`t go with the Fox bitch<br><br>Chorus: Foxy Brown<br><br>You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots<br>at the bar y`all, all night, I pops <br>Is it alright, sho` you right, you can`t stop it <br>This is our world, me and my girls<br>You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots<br>at the bar y`all, all night, I pops <br>Is it alright, sho` you right, you can`t stop it <br>This is our world, me and my girls<br><br>Verse Two:<br><br>Yo! Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz<br>Platinum heart in half hangin `tween the two tit-ties<br>Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures<br>Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors<br>Love, after the club, meet me at the diner<br>So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us<br>Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast<br>Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave.<br>The night is young, I`m likin son<br>Either he don`t have one, or his wife is dumb<br>His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb<br>Pull up my tights some, enticin him<br>You can handle the work, I`ll play wit it<br>Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it<br>Bitches in the club they, hated it<br>Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three:<br><br>You can catch me at the Expo`, Jacob Jav<br>Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that<br>Me fallin off? Imagine that, it`s not the case<br>I`m _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase<br>You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case <br>Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit<br>Six AMG`s with the spoiler kit<br>Chromes from the fac`, phones front and back<br>CoCo, flow, niggaz is wantin that<br>Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that<br>I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so<br>I got that New York, to the Dirty South flow<br>Whole album hot, even the outro<br>This time around I`m tryin to do about fo`<br>This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough<br>And y`all in the club I make em bounce<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Hot spot (pause), bar y`all (pause)<br>Alright (pause), our world (pause)<br>Hot spot (pause), bar y`all (pause)<br>Alright (pause), our world (pause)