Hot Damn 12"

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]<br>Now they saying we`re too hot<br>New verses please, c`mon<br><br>[Chorus - 1: Pharrell Williams] (Malice)<br>Hot damn! it`s a new day!<br>Hot damn! but them boys want the (RPC: money man)<br>Hooooouuuuuu (uh huh)<br>Hooooouuuuuu (of corse)<br>Hooooouuuuuu (`fore you say what you say)<br>Hot damn!<br><br>[Verse: Malice]<br>My how the boys roam<br>From roaming, loc, and come home<br>To homes of his own<br>No catching up he`s in a whole `nother zone<br>Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome<br>Haters stay clear of him, y`all stand cheer for him<br>Got up out the game and overcame, let`s hear it for him<br>Keep a new toy so I wonder how could<br>I not enjoy life I`m reliving my childhood<br>Big chain monsta, whip game bonkas<br>Monster truck remind him of Tonka<br>Diamond F color, plush gold still gutter<br>My dealer`s in the mills motherfuck` and I ain`t studder<br>Bitter sweet, my life`s a musical<br>From holding those to Bose gold, the Lord`s beautiful<br>Before him I`m too shamed to show my face<br>But shits so mean I can`t help but to fall from grace, motherfucker<br><br>[Chorus - 2: Pharrell Williams]<br>Hot damn! it`s a new day!<br>Hot damn! but them boys want the (RPC: money man)<br><br>[Verse: Ab Liva]<br>Hot - damn, when the white hit the pan it<br>Twists and it tumbles it, flips and the fumbles<br>I - mix it like Gumbo; I - pitch it so subtle<br>I - keep hustlers puzzled, Feds I got em wondering (wondering)<br>`What Happened To That boy`<br>Six maneuver, how`d I slip into that toy<br>Is it the pimp, the crook, the hustling thing<br>The man, the music that making a king<br>I`m simply building my Ming<br>A million men marchin like condom(?)<br>I`m the King Kong, my verse making the world sing<br>My heart`s on the sleeve for<br>Your face is just like mine<br>Peeking from bars hoping the sun shines on em<br>But you still got to watch the phonies<br>Watch your homies, we {*gun shots*} got you homie!<br><br>[Chorus - 2]<br><br>[Verse: Pusha T]<br>Uhh! handle the rock like nonr other<br>Grits over the stove, head under the cupboard<br>In the kitchen till the fume make me feel smothered<br>The way it melt fiends can`t believe it`s not butter<br>The way it melt he won`t cop from none other<br>The he who holds O`s like Krispy Kreme`s oven<br>Or easy bake, pink divies make<br>The presidential should look like strawberry shortcake, P!<br><br>[Pharrell Williams]<br>Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed in, me unscratched in<br>That millionaire boys club fashion<br>Uh, you niggas is clones<br>I hand out styles like ice cream cones, the fuck outta here<br><br>[Verse: Pusha T]<br>That`s Pha-real my gats is real<br>The SL 5 is lookin like the Batmobile<br>Chrome lids with the matching wheels<br>Uh, both chains probably match ya deal<br>Y`all dudes is an act fa real, Pusha<br><br>[Chorus - 2]<br><br>[Verse: Roscoe P. Coldchain]<br>Neither the sun or death can be looked at<br>That`s what an OG told me<br>That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact<br>And if you owe me and if I decided to take it back<br>It wasn`t nicely expect Rosco to put you back, in place<br>I`m what you call a destructive warpath<br>It`ll be a shell shower in today`s forecast<br>You a gangsta? I can`t tell<br>You diamonds don`t glimmer when the light hit it<br>Those jewels aren`t genuwine, cause if they was I`m nice wit it<br>I woulda` been took that<br>That skinny stack in your pocket I woulda been shook that<br>In this world you gotta watch it, I`m hear to warn ya<br>Cats turned informant, over snow wrapped in wax<br>My son`s home crying, don`t give me no slack