Nino Brown (USA) - Hot Zone lyrics

[Frankie J.] Yay, yay [LSR] Happy Perez [Frankie J.] So quick [LSR] LSR [Both] Welcome to the hot zone Chorus: Frankie J DJ, turn it up It's burnin' up Turn it up, it's burnin' up One time So tight [Verse 1: Nino Brown] You like Big bossin' at the Hot Z-O-N-E Dollar bills, crispy So much sweat It smellin' fishy But mess me with that Who be the pimps and macks Me and my cousin, dirty dozen, though he wasn't With them creased up Khakis suits Stacee boots With my troops like G's (What you think?) b**h, please (???) on the rocks Platinum pinky rings and watch (Presidential) Show my credentials Homie, keep that ho in check Chrome .44 on deck Holmes, I bet Don't make me do it But ain't nobody gon' be trippin' tonight Nino Beez and Bash, Frost We straight flossin' Motherf**er Repeat Chorus Hook: Frankie J. (LSR) Welcome to the hot zone (Where you can dance, drink and smoke) You can get your rocks on (And hustlers) You can get your boss on (Where you can dance, drink and smoke) Welcome to the hot zone (And hustlers) Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Frost] You say You got a hot spot, but dawg, it ain't the hot zone This sh**'s vivid This the life and how we kick it, bad b**hes Half-naked Two at a time, at the drop of a dime With the bottle of wine The '68 in rewind Take you back to the top, and then it's back On the block, where we be keepin' it hot You know the spot Where the parkin' lot is smokin' up Man, summer's on we And summer's all coked up Some come loc'ed up Blaze the weed and choke up Baby came horny Her and a man just broke up She wanna eat tab She got dropped off in a cab, roll over Big Frost, turnin' the world a little colder Repeat Chorus, Hook & Chorus [Verse 3: Baby Bash] We bendin' corners Tailgate straight to the fiasco Got my wifey wonderin' "Where the hell did Bash go?" Man, I'm fat linin' Like Joey Crack timin' With a big booty beezy, backstage, freestylin' Mean wildin' It's crunker than crunk-da-dunk dunkuh It's that head stunter, lookin' for a head hunter And I guarantee these chickens start actin' right Playboy T.B., filmin' platinum spice And hey DJ, since you got 'em on boppin' Could you give your boy a shot What's pop lockin' Choppers keep choppin', and them rollies, keep clockin' And ain't nobody in the hot zone, cot blockin' I'm off the Hennesey She off the apple pucker She lookin' so famous, she a bad motherf**er And oh, hubba-hubba She on the floor, groovin' Baby Bash, LSR, we gon' keep the chains movin' Repeat Chorus, Hook & Chorus [LSR {LSR slowed down}] Come on {So tight} Come on {Come on} Yeah Lone Star Ridaz {LSR Comin' to get ya The boy Baby Bash Comin' to get ya The holmes Big Frost Comin' to get ya The boy Happy P Comin' to get ya Uh Squares, beware Squares, beware Squares, beware}