Royce Da 5'9" - Hottest In The Hood lyrics

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] Hello Hip-Hoppers, My-Spacers, Facebookers, Tweeters: This is Royce Da 5'9" and I'm officially starting The Bar Exam 3 Slaughterhouse movement, y'all n***as ain't with us then what the f** is y'all doing, b**hes Me and Vishis-- nevermind, let's just go into it [Hook:(Vocal sample)] Young Vish, take a dookey with me Asher Roth, take a dookey with me Kid Cudi, take a dookey with me My n***a Drake, take a dookey with me Wale, take a dookey with me Charles Hamilton, take a dookey with me [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] As you can see I'm on some new school sh** I pull strings like the symphony to get you murdered so you can call it a Juice Crew Hit We carrying this My n***a Joey already murdered this beat. I'm digging it up and re-burying it I wish a fake would. n***a, Nickel stay good The nose on the shotgun wide like J. Hood's Speaking of him, he's a bum Hundred rounds, I hundred pound punks, get done Rap n***a, rapping his way to his demise I ain't Ransom, chump; I don't shoot in the sky Speaking of him, he a bum, too I treat war like it's a art like Sun Tzu I feel like I am the answer when the gun drew The most rhetorical question is, "What you gon' do?" Gang Starr pennacle as far as Preme goes Through with the album. I'm in Bar Exam 3 mode Y'all n***as fools; riding with n***as. I ride with pistols and gardening tools. That mean HOES! Y'all motherf**er's crazy And I don't understand it like Ross dissing 50 Cent and Big and I'm Shady No disrespect to Big Ross, I f** with you, dog! Y'all n***as tryna get rid of me: flush the toilet I'm the sh**. The physical [?]. The fact that I got it is just why I'm down the Trick Speaking of Trick, I'm down with Trick. What I spit is illegal it just sound LEGIT! And y'all so-so I'm in my own lane. Ain't nobody else in it like I'm in the car solo The flow trip a n***a naked and then leave pasties on his nipples. I let the bars go-GO! Young Vishis with me. He the next Fit Slaughterhouse member. Let el Nino Bless We like Woo, he the inspector; he on deck We like the tribe, either the "Booyah!" or call quest I'm (bar bell brolic) My n***as' k**er bees. Y'all n***a smelling like bee pollen Honey. Don't do it to yourself, dunny Guess it's my n***a Crooked cause we can hit n***as on Ryker's Island You can either die or dodge a bullet Nobody riding but the shotty and me and my hooded. What else is you good at? Your rhymes is dying I'm flawless. Call me VVS diamond Ryan It's how we got the lames Knock a n***a teeth out of his mouth, have him feeling that Tallaha**ee pain f** the motherf**ing bucket; he can kick the bucket Booyaka! Booyaka! Finger touching. End of discussion [Hook:] [Verse 2: Kid Vishis] Sick rap, verbal AR Pain kickback at the end of every bar How are you a star when local is all you are You a starving artist that can't walk through the mall Cook crack, I don't even cook food I have my b**h do that, I'm that dude The '09 ravishing Rick Rude Let you marry her so I can take her on a honeymoon And you two goon blog boss Get you all off, no cost, your loss. We want war J Hood, you lunch, boy [?] Ha! Laugh at you. Ain't got the heart to pull the piece and blast, you smaller than my niece Slaughterhouse affiliate, I'm a beast I don't write raps, I drop turds on beats Any random n***a better than Ransom Blog is bad for your health, you indoubted yourself You a k**er? n***a, k**. p**y be a p**y, smells fishy. Make them take the bait For heaven's sake I rhyme like i can write rhymes for Weezy like Drake For the cake I'll battle a savage f** the cops. Show me the green, I'll bring malice He trying to drop Hip-Hop, I'm trying to grab it From your ringtone rappers, fake Gs and f*ggots I know I ain't the baddest, true. My brother Smack Man'll have you bagged in the trash Trying to burn me and get your a** whooped Fast as DJ VLAD calling Ross a turn piece Call the ambulance, he couldn't stand a chance 357 in hand doing a hammer dance Take a n***a back like the Hammer pants, watch ya life get took from you like Hammmer's mansion Rip up Bum C fright Cold enough to swallow the sun and bring night Sneeze light, fight through the cypher just to steal your pen, pad and your mic Not a k**er but bullets change ya life like Erykah Badu, p**y [Hook:]