{sirens}
Chorus:2x
Hoes off
Hoes on, street flooded
Hoes off
We done, left ya hood leaded
Hoes off
Hoes on, street flooded
Hoes off
{1st time thru} We one, left ya hood leaded
{2nd time thru} But we done, left ya hood leaded
Verse 1:
As I creeps off
To cool these Hot Boys off
I reach new levels
I be goin against the devils
I knew it was four
They recruited some mo'
I run up my squad
Fireproof head-to-toe
I went lookin for these boys, I hit every block
Checked every rehab, hit every dope spot
I came up wit nuthin
Then I heard somethin
On the radio, I go to V.L. cuz they be stuntin
Block hardy Hot Boys
No you're not boys
Wet Boys on their way with their supersoaker toys
Got a pack on my back holdin 75 gallons
32 round Glock loaded with the black (?)
First HB I saw, Baby s**in gold teeth
Supersoaked em good, from his head to his feet
Next up was Juvey, I gave him the look
Wrote the final chapter, then I closed the book
Ran up on Turk
Supersoaker puttin in work
Jacked him out his 42 dollar rent, cooled off his Hot Boy shirt
Next two, BG and Wayne, since they wanna be the baddest
Shot em up wit bad dope, to me that's the saddest
Look
Chorus:2x
[T-Bone]
Verse 2:
Well it's T-Beezy
Off the heezy
Bout that drama fo' sheezy
Supersoaker in my trunk, how many Hot Boys wanna see me
Chromed out five trucks with chrome K's to match
Bulletproof-fire suits, I'm totin gallons on my back
Ready to spray
I'm rainin on your sunny day
I get carried away
Like Dirty Hairy "Make my day!"
Betta yet, f** dat, Wet Boys got me on a flight
Since you don' made my day, what b**h gon' make my night
Wanna go for a ride
While the water's low tide
It's nowhere to hide
I hit ya wit a (?)
Who be the coldest n***a makin these tracks
The same n***a made n***as quit and start smokin crack
I should be slammin
n***as out there be jammin
All tracks real dope, ain't no mutha f**in whammin
Verse 3:
Fire tracks and fire trucks
n***a duck
Still get plucked
Hit you wit a supersoaker I'ma paralize ya to f**
250 pounds of pressure
? gone dress ya
Now you one n***a less-a
For bein a Wet Boy testa
If I come thru with a fire truck n***a hate to hear the siren
Water for us, ya gettin ?, so I'm holdin my hydrent
Chorus:4x
Verse 4:
So you say you wanna get him, erase my face and
Put a price on my head, betta get a new plan
Cuz all that price on my head, ya plan gon' fail
I flip the script
Take my own hit, now your sh** gonna sale
No say "I can't get got"
Cuz souljas get got alot
But if they hit, you say miss
I be the new mailman on your block
Ain't no mail in my bag
Look it's 'caine and soulja rags
Your first on my ojenda, gotta return the (?)
I stand in your driveway, supersoakers on
Pressure wash your property till my waters all gone
I ain't no joke wit mine, I don't choke my n***a
I got a scope on mine, you get smoked my n***a
The rap game I been runnin
Just for funn 'n
Look my uzi weighs a ton 'n
'45 Tommy gunnin
Ya get done 'n
You and your son'n
That's what ya call me n***a
Fire trucks comin thru, betta get the army n***a
Ya bawlin n***a, I stand tall wit my ground
Not just represent Up, but also Downtown
Here's what I wanna do, here's how I'm gonna do it
Wet Boys gotta plot, peep game and listen to it
Chorus: 4x
{sirens until end of song}