Hot Shit

Southside, H-A-W-K
 What, what, what...
 [Hook]
 I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down
 The type of shit, that make your girl knees touch the ground
 You got plex let me know, you got beef let me know
 If you looking for me nigga, here I go here I go
 [H.A.W.K.]
 I spit that hot shit that rock shit, that make you drop your top shit
 That got the game on lock shit, that make you body rock shit
 That make you shoot your glock quick, make you say Big H.A.W.K.'s sick
 Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an ice pick
 I write this for rightness, or even try to recite this
 If you do not like this, I'll hit you with my right fist
 Man you got a tight bitch, that keeps on peeping me
 I'm a sergeant to M-A-C-K-I-N-G
 Then she'll belong to me, pass her to my homie
 That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E
 R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E
 Or unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my cup of tea
 Don't make me act a damn fool, treat you like you in pre-school
 Cause you broke the golden rule, and made me lose my cool
 Now this is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow
 All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'
 [Hook - 2x]
 [H.A.W.K.]
 The Southside got your mouth wide, eyes looking all cross eyed
 Sitting low on buck hide, steering wheel on the right side
 Don't high side when I pass by, toots my horn and say hi
 Hood rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shy
 I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat
 But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back back
 Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts, we tossing hoes like flap jacks
 Like serving fiends that white crack, they guaranteed to come back
 Sell em that like a shot of yack, them hoes be down like fo' flats
 Dance around in tight slacks, for all the pimps, playas and macks
 Conversation on who's that, pimping ain't dead I told you that
 Chicks chewing on my nut sack, and hang around like a clothes rack
 That chit-chat that's on the street, boys out here in love with freaks
 Making love between the sheets, but can't make your ends meet
 Disrespecting the game is deep, letting these hoes play you for weeks
 And you wonder why you ain't on feet, cause actions speak and talk is cheap
 [Hook - 2x]
 [H.A.W.K.]
 Are y'all ready to rumble, the Tarzan of this jungle
 Weak niggaz crumble, hold the ball don't fumble
 I'm cold but I'm humble, so talk up don't mumble
 Smart like Bryant Gumble, cowards tend to tumble
 I rope the game like a lasso, Southside down at Grasgo
 A little bit of hot tobasco, about to cause a fiasco
 Just pass go collect your do', spit fire in the studio
 Turn it out at a state show, and pull you a bad hoe
 Get you some loving, that's hotter than an oven
 Kissing and hugging, and ready to get dug in
 I break bones and snap necks, tear flesh with techs
 If you got plex, I'll put you on a bed rest
 I suggest you move around, unless you screaming H-Town
 Yellow bone or sugar brown, they love the way I put it down
 Give me the crown for the best flow, shake your ass and throw them bows
 And if you look at me, here I go here I go
 [Hook - 2x]