Hot - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Mic check let a nigga flex

He get wet, he get that hot shit

I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with

I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit

I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere

You know I'ma rep my shit

Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit

I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit

Smokin' on this loud, you can smell my shit (dope)

Hop up out the car and you can smell my whip

I don't fuck with coochie if you can smell the shit

I don't want the coochie if she sell the shit

She say she ain't a thot, she tellin' fairy tails and shit

I pull up on your block and I hear yells and shit

See, I got verses, but bitch I don't got 'em for the low

She said she love me, but baby ain't retarded though

I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know

I just rolled 3 grams in that thing from Texaco

When I pull up, you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)

Hop out and I be chiefing keef