[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hotboys

[Verse 1: Dee-1]
Looking like a hotboy
Posted on a block boy
Reclining rolexes (What that mean?)
Sit back, and watch boy
Stomach up in knots boy
Brother in a box boy
Ain't no bartender when I say they serving shots boy
Pour it like we party, pray nobody shoot the spot up
Jesus piece on my chest, God already told me he got us
Make a way out the hood, kick in the door, now we run up
Hustling for a come up til' the sun up, and I'm one up
Bumping BG and Wayne since a juvenile in the struggle
Posted up on Canal, Curren$y in my duffle
Mama don't need no stress, I don't tell her when I'm in trouble
Rather see her reclining and doing the cupid shuffle
Durag on my head, white tee on my chest
Girbauds and Reeboks, that's how we dress to impress
Shrimp poboy fully dressed from Castnet on Hayne's
Down to do anything for a Cash Money chain

[Chorus: Kango Slim]
So you wanna be a hotboy?
Riding in the drop boy, got your nine milli on cock boy
Make alot of money, then you're shot boy
When the killers running in, is you really gonna pop boy?
So you wanna be a hotboy?
Riding in the drop boy, got your nine milli on cock boy
Make alot of money, then you're shot boy
When the killers running in, is you really gonna pop boy?

[Verse 2: Dee-1]
Me and my dawgs listening to what the Hotboys did to Keisha
So, we said cool
Started looking for a Keisha soon as we got to school
Never really had pack a tool, we wasn't them type of dudes
But *bleep* got him a pistol, and started acting a fool
Blocka blocka, bang bang, play no games
Shot up the bowling alley on Bullard, that's Rainbow Lanes
20 inch rims are better, that's the Hotboy way
But ain't none of us have a whip, we drove the RTA
And on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
It's guerilla warfare if you get caught in the streets
You talking to me?
We wanted the beef, looking for action
Uptown versus downtown, throw your sets up, what's happening?
System was never for us, mama had drove a Taurus
Rapping wasn't the focus, I was roommates with roaches
This is life in the jungle, this is how we were prime
Trying to be a hotboy, New Orleans state of mind

[Chorus: Kango Slim]
So you wanna be a hotboy?
Riding in the drop boy, got your nine milli on cock boy
Make alot of money, then you're shot boy
When the killers running in, is you really gonna pop boy?
So you wanna be a hotboy?
Riding in the drop boy, got your nine milli on cock boy
Make alot of money, then you're shot boy
When the killers running in, is you really gonna pop boy?