Mixla Production™ - Hot Rod lyrics

[Intro] Rod: So I thought it'd be fun if we all went around and said our name and a little something about yourself. I'll start. My name is (Swad) and I like to party. Alright Dave you're up Dave: Uhh, hi, uhh my name is Dave...and, uhh, I like to party Rod: Uhh, no Dave I just said that I party so maybe do something different from me Dave: My name is Dave and I am the stunt man Rod: Shut up, okay? I'm gonna do it for you. Denise, this is the crew. Dave's the mechanic. Rico makes the ramps. And Kevin is team manager/videographer. None of them party, right? Got it? Okay. Let's Party [Verse 1] Knock knock, who's there, hello my name is Swadnoc A country boy with rap talk, a funny looking plaid 'Pac Ladies heard of me from here to Costa Rica Bonita Mamacita gunna shriek like a cheetah Her knees got weaker when I start to speak "Uh very nice to meet you" She got such a sweet tooth meeting such a sweet dude, she didn't even notice that her pants soaked see-through! Rugh! I'm sick of all you little pricks, running round and talking big I bet you won't be so slick once you got a brick I see that dirty look, I'm coming to your town Taking all the women with the dopest kid around! It makes sense why you get insecure And start to act a little bitter like vinegar Don't mind me, I'm just the fiddler And check your girl's rear for her signature! Have a slice! [Chorus] Hot Rod, Hot Rod living like I just don't care! Hot Rod, Girls wanna party everywhere! Mothers tell your daughters beware Cause I am a Hot Rod! Living like I just don't care! Girls wanna party everywhere! Mothers tell your daughters beware Cause I am a Hot Rod! [Verse 2] Hot Rod for I got a short temper No stretch for I am a shore winner Don't flex, for I am a sore winner Moan so much, you must be a fourth gender You must leave ASAP, poor spender I'm dyin' better than that, Born Sinner Rollin on the train tracks, basement where I train at, facin' all these lame tabs, want me in the same cab, but you'll never tame Swad! Rugh! Catch me out in public, I'm rappin' free socially Rap to me is poetry, as if you're a musician cause you got a little rhythm Here I hear 'em spitting "I'm so cool, I'm so cool, I'm so cool" Wow. Whatta *bleep* tool I don't like dissin' on people so my first song get out my system this evil Bustin' like Lethal, stuntin' like Knievel, and imma dunk it like Diesel! [Chorus] [Verse 3] School of Rock graduate, knock-off Jewish kid Yeah you can clap for me, clap for me I'm not afraid of infamy, ladies form an infantry every time Swadaddy is in the vicinity Three ladies this week? (ooh) Now baby that's a trilogy They love my shiny dice in my Chevy '95 I hit 'em out the park, The Great Baberino Yeah they were babes, we know! (yah!) I gave new meaning to the word Summer Chick (ooh) I got girls who taught me all about a Summer Chick (ooh!) I made sure you rethink your Christmas list! I took a chance and won on a hit-or-miss! You never seen a kid with this flow You never seen a kid spit so dope k**er I'm a zodiac sign, say hello to the Gemini Get a taste of what it's like in a day inside my mind! [Outro] Hot Rod, Hot Rod My name is Swadnoc and I like to party You all do not, I like to party My name is Swadnoc and I like to party You all do not, I like to party Hot Rod, Hot Rod I'm a daredevil, craziest ever (ever ever ever) Cut it