Tekst:
T O K She S Hot

And she don't got no problem hittin' us all And she said, she got a man but he in the fed And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed So, you know

She said, "You got a girl," Ceasar said, "It don't matter You look like you're tasty as pipin hot pizza What's your name?" She said, "My tag says Lisa" I said, "O

Khan Peon, you can't pass on Deon The best rapper in the world ain't a European Look, respect my gangsta, nigga, obey An' I been rich since my first pro day, ask O

middle see It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e But some serious business shit known as the nine five Patrol on the scene it's it's the I can't

real as Chris Rock Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (Bitch know) It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter Westcoast Don, you fags s-s-stutter

tha flo' it's a t-k-o all you heard was Big Chan don't hit me no mo' shit this ain't a game street niggas know the m-o I kill em with words serve

Hot, too hot, too hot, too motherfuckin' hot Like motherfuckin' tool's Okay, I start out all alone 'Cause my baby mama left me, now there's nobody at

Kardinal Ay yo!!! Yallo!!! Look at dat lord mi gal K: Huh! And we do it like huh!!! B: They should know K: Oh! B: That's right!!! K: Yeah, ok, a yagga

'm spoken for can't hurt lookin' no Pop Cd's, B-I-G's, and Tupac's While cruisin' on the blocks hittin' the hot spots Got my celly on O-F-F, golden arches