Uncle Murda - Hottest in the Hood (Remix Part Three) lyrics

[Intro] REEEEEEMIXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!! PART THREE!!!!!!! [Diddy] (Red Cafe) BAAAAAAAAAAAAADDBOYYYYYYYY!!!!! THIS IS THE REMIX!!!! Red Cafe! WHO THE fu*k Y'ALL THINK Y'ALL fu*kIN WITH!!!! THIS IS WHAT YOU BEEN WAITIN FOR!!! I RUN sh*t HERE!!!! YOU JUST LIVE HERE!!!!!! (What else!!!!) THIS IS BAD BOY MOTHERfu*kER!!!!!!!!!! (HUH!!!!!!!!!!) [Verse One: Red Cafe] I'm the hottest in the hood, chick game silly Chick hand in my draws tryin to Free Willy Now all y'all really tryin to rhyme like me Boy verse fly like I wrote in on the plane Huh! Push weight no Royce Now the check cleared Shakedown, Bad Boy Hottest in the world, hottest in the game Rap King James I'm a put it on the chain Big hog at the valet DAMN Get 'em on they toes like it's ballet DAAAAAAAMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Yeah! I get my 2Pac on Thuglife hottest in the hood dot com [Verse Two: Juganot] Yeah, when you on the eastside, homie ask about me Juganot, ain't nobody that could doubt me Hot up in the hood like a Jag or Audi I'm hot like ridin camel back in Saudi Arabia The boy's beha-vior - is rowdy! Strapped on that +Iron Man+ like Rob Downey Hotter than a crucifix at Klan rallies Got crews of chicks sweatin me like Ballys (Work it out) I'm hot up in the hood like a Hemi (VROOM!) Like Eddie role, anywhere with a semi That'll +Ghost+ you and your click like Patrick and Demi With one eye closed, holdin the hand real steady [Chorus: Red Cafe] And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on I'm the hottest n***a, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!!!!! I'm the hottest n***a, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!!!!! I'm the hottest n***a, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!!!!! I'm the hottest n***a, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!!!!! [Verse Three: Papoose] Papoose, Pa-Poose! I'm the best in the world I talk like a Webstar record "GO GIRL!!!" Got the AK's, y'all could die I keep the two K's with me, like Karl Kani I'm a show 'em how to bring pain Put some wholes in his white tee, that's what I call T-Pain Go get some anti-freeze, I think they should I'm like the engine, I'm the hottest thing in the hood [Verse Four: Ross Fortune] (Red Cafe) Touchdown!!! If you're small-time grindin, you gettin that Fool's Gold With me, I'm a pitch it, I'll kick it like foosball Piff pills, hard wired or some good raw Main reason we the hottest in the hood dawg (Yeah, Ross Fortune) - Ask about me (That Shakedown Marcel)- Ask about me Ross Fortune on deck, lot of stacks around me No guards, just shooters that'll blast around me If it ain't Shakedown, then it ain't im-POR-tant If it ain't about money, that sh** sound foreign When you hear "Touchdown", know that's Fortune We scorin, it's movin, we got it in motion - Touchdown [Chorus: Red Cafe] And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on I'm the hottest n***a, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!!!!! I'm the hottest n***a, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!!!!! I'm the hottest n***a, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!!!!! I'm the hottest n***a, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!!!!! [Verse Five: Kardinal Offishall] I'm the hottest in yo' hood, hottest in yo' block Wall Street economics with a T-Dot bop Got my pa**port lookin like Weezy's tattoos Flyin from hood to hood Mr. International Slums I roll by the clubs of Philly Suburbs of ATL tryin to wife Chilli Jamaica Ave. silly, shoppin like I must Be the only Konvict n***a the hood discuss Besides my homey Red, Rock City and The Boss T-Pain lost a couple teeth but he still floss Get it, I'm a monster America Online I'm a foreigner, better than Barack in his prime [Verse Six: Uncle Murda] I know I'm hot, it ain't the marijuana If I ain't, then Chris Brown ain't hit Rihanna (He even BIT her!!!) And you can't say I ain't the truth That's like sayin if the cops think you got a gun They ain't 'gon shoot (BLOAW!) I'm on fire, the haters still hatin on me Flow so hot, Satan in Hell waitin on me (I'm hotter than HIM!!!) 'Cause of me, err'body rappin tougher I call 'em lil' Kanyes' and I'm they +Big Brother+ (Word to MUTHA!!!)