(Ms. Tee) Yeah, fa sho, Hot Boys P-N-C, uh Prime Time Misdemeanor, uh Kangol Dejon, got it goin' on Hot Boy, Gert-Town hounds Yeah, fa sho Representin' P-N-C First Verse (Ms. Tee): I want me a hot n***a That's not afraid to pull the trigger I want one with big nuts That's not afraid to give it up A Hot Boy that got game A Hot Boy that got a name I want one that love to bang Someone I can f** and change I want me a soldier That's why I'm lookin' in that Nolia Off top, you thought I forgot? I want a Gert-Town n***a in a drop top So you know, I wanna get blowed And f** with them n***as outta Holly Grove Calliope n***as be creepin' Better watch them hot n***as when they sneakin' Chorus (Ms. Tee): They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it They some, Hot Boys, rollin' in the city Ridin' round town and you know they comin' wit it Second Verse (Prime Time): Should've heard them clowns sang "Put your solja rag up" Should have heard them hounds sang "Put them mole rag up" But I mean what the f** I say And I mean what the f** I mean Always do the job clean with the uzi machine But I'm tough in the clutch I'm a Bad Boy like Poppa and Puff On a job like Starsky and Hutch Steady playin' hatin' us, better get your sh** tight Better learn how to write and stop out'chea tryin' to bite Steady dealin' with the hype But not tonight I'm bustin' loops But I choose I use, cuz I can't get bruised But ask somebody that know they say Prime is a fool I choose to be a fool to take you b**hes to school Since you a Hot Boy, off top I know you not You thinkin' V.L.'s the sh**? You must be on donuts and dicks My clique we be hella thick And let that K spit b**h Gettin' rowdy? I doubt it Prime Time and I'm out it Chorus