Hot Boys
Hot Boys
Hot Boys & B.G.
Hot Boys
Hot Boys
Hot Boys & Lil Wayne
Hot Boys
Hot Boys
Hot Boys & Juvenile
Hot Boys & Cash Money Millionaires
Hot Boys
Hot Boys & Turk
Hot Boys & Papa Reu
Hot Boys
Set to a Mannie Fresh bass heavy track all four of the Hot Boys unleash a bevy of gangsta rap threats. Stand out verses are not an issue with this track, where Juvenile sets the tone and a pubescent Lil Wayne shows his first signs of greatness
[Intro]
We ridin' coming up out of the flames with the K firing (Ride, Ride)
Hot Boys ridin' our flames firing (Ride, Ride, Ride)
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I'm bout to make a move so you best to 86
'Cause I be coming through with shit that be separating bricks
You got a broken tool then you better get it fixed
And ain't no missin' you cause I got too many clips
Hey then then too many times I gotta straighten the cross
Them niggas was trying but I was breaking 'em off
If you had it on your mind I was taking it off
Either get up and whine or break to the north
Look whoa there there go your cut you better catch it
Your last minute is coming up you better stretch it
Oh you got dope in the trunk almost forgot to check it
Right after your head bust I expect to exit
I'm a punch you when you're out and unlock it, I got this
Grab a steering wheel column and pop it, we're shoppers
I'm about to go and kill for they profit, my pockets
Him, me, and that nigga bout to stop it, why not bitch
[Chorus]
Grab your strap saddle up nigga when you ride with me
You ain't guaranteed to make it back when you ride with me
And what I ride like a roller coaster
When I ride with uptown soldiers
Look here we ridin' we ridin'
We coming up out the flames with the K firing
We ridin' We ridin'
We coming up out the flames with the K firing
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Me and my wodie Lil Wayne rolling
Strapped up in black clothes ain't no ass-holing
Up in the bubble lye black tints ducked off
Head busting B.G. straight gotta play the game raw
Now look here nigga better be gone
Off the block cause mother fuckers be falling
Cause Off top I'm gone get my mother fucking creep on
Nigga get chopped like the leaf off a tree holmes
I'm a flee off the scene with my Ree's on
Black thicker shirt and my GB's on
Run with me ain't no way you could get your sleep on
Cause when I come, ooh-ooh, it's hot the heat's on
I know you feel it nigga
It's pure ruckus when I enter
I sent a message letting you know I spin ya
Been bro shooting, 50 plus
Behind air, T retaliation is a must
Hollows get bust, brain get bust, anybody here here
When I'm full of that shit and I'm on a mission to split it get split
Peep me I play for keeps I kill 'em all, no deciding
I take no prisoners from em all when I'm ridin'
[Chorus]
Grab your strap saddle up nigga when you ride with me
You ain't guaranteed to make it back when you ride with me
And what I ride like a roller coaster
When I ride with uptown soldiers
Look here we ridin' we ridin'
We coming up out the flames with the K firing
We ridin' We ridin'
We coming up out the flames with the K firing
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I come to leave a nigga smelly
Full black better get ready with my M-elevy (Mack Eleven)
Up in my 98 Chevy I swing corners
Cut you up like a belly with that thing on ya
Now it be me (Uh-huh)
And I be Wayne (Uh-huh)
This little clique like a chain to your brain (Uh-huh)
I shoot first for my talking
Rougher than a carpet
Heard about Hot Boys erase your name up off the market
And nigga break a swell fly
Camouflage up out of the sky, what if I buy you die
Look, I spin corners like a daily routine
The bad choppers told a nigga I be 17
I got a 10 shot Glock, Inched back then I pull it
I'm coming round your spot with a sack full of bullets
I be twisting round your block in all black, nigga
Full of that style don't move I day act, nigga
Find where you at and then I ch-chop, nigga
I'm on a duck plan with about 50 shots, nigga
Now whoa what saying to Shite
My 9 be about that
Watch it, *crack*, crack and I'm riding
[Verse 4: Turk]
Ride around with the two shooter
Ain't gone help ya
Playing round with the 50 shooter
Scalp you like a scalper
10 percent gone help ya
90 percent gone fail ya
Vests can't protect what I bring best
Believe it's gone fail ya
4 deep in a Navigator on a creep
Windows tinted black on black in leather seats
Hot Boys with hot girls ready for beef
Red dot plot 32 shot bodies in heat
Desert Eagle with hollows
You got nothing but egos
Putting hands to niggas that's at Evil Kanieval
Playa haters like shit, get assed out
With no doubt blood blood rush out like a water spout
LD niggas best believe they be ridin with me
Shot L tuck best believe he be ridin' with me
With them guerillas should have left the meat where it was
But no he wants to spark the shit up
[Chorus]
Grab your strap saddle up nigga when you ride with me
You ain't guaranteed to make it back when you ride with me
And what I ride like a roller coaster
When I ride with uptown soldiers
Look here we ridin' we ridin'
We coming up out the flames with the K firing
We ridin' We ridin'
We coming up out the flames with the K firing
Ridin was written by Lil Wayne & Turk & Juvenile & B.G. & Mannie Fresh.
Ridin was produced by Mannie Fresh.