Hot Boys Lyrics     Although they were already very successful in the South and Midwest, 1999 was the year the Hot Boys took over the world. Hailing from New Orleans, the four-man powerhouse of B.G., Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, and Turk lit the charts on fire with a slew of Dirty South hits. Led by the infectiously freaky electro-crunk production of Mannie Fresh, the young emcees built an enormous following with their heavily accented flows and graphic depictions of life in Chopper City. With each member flexing a distinct rhyme style, the Hot Boys are constantly bringing the bangers on solo albums and group projects alike. From the ice-rocking anthem "Bling Bling" to the chart-owning "Back That Azz Up" to the lady-loving "I Need A Hot Girl," the Cash Money crew certainly knows how to make hits. Unfortunately, the Hot Boys wouldn't last as a group, with all the members except Lil' Wayne bouncing from the label due to beef over money. Juvenile eventually returned to release Juve The Great, then left again. BG is struggling with heroin addiction and trying to start his own label, while Turk was arrested in early 2004 for allegedly shooting two cops during a drug raid in Memphis. Download Hot Boys MP3s here Buy rare Hot Boys vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: Get It How U Live Guerilla Warfare Guerrilla Warfare    I Need A Hot Girl Let Em Burn    My Section We On Fire

Hot Boys Song Lyric: Respect My Mind [lil’ wayne] What Check, check Head buster, set ripper Neighborhood superstar Corner splitter While we dispose of Nigga broad hitter Hot boys soldier Expedition flipper, hell Niggas be terrified from us ’cause they know how we play Them niggas hide from us or catch 3 from a k I’m just a scrub, I can’t scuff; I’m too light to fight I’m lil’ too thin to win so I ride at night You’re fake, respect, nigga You’re playin’ with the wrong one I’ll break your neck, nigga You’re playin’ with the wrong gun I use k’s to wet niggas I’m sprayin’ the whole room Better watch your back, nigga Lil’ one, that’s a wrap March nigga step up when i.. I bust a cap Niggas drop like (whistle) splat Keep jokin’ here, and I’m gon’ show you what I’m ’bout Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out (chorus) [lil’ wayne] Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out Respect my mind or have them boys in your house [b.g.] Respect my mind, look, we be ridin’ on chrome Respect my mind ’cause we get our shine on [lil’ wayne] Respect my mind ’cause we that hot boy clique Respect my mind, nigga, you can’t phase this [b.g.] Respect my mind, look, we’ll fuck your bitch Respect my mind, look, we ’bout that gangsta shit [juvenile] Nigga, watch me grow up When I was small he had plan My daddy was ballin’, and he was the right-hand man My poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure Livin’ good on a ranch in the middle of the woods I understood at a young age my poppa would spray Seen him slit a nigga throat and shoot one up in the face He’d be murder case after case: he was untouchable But he had a right-hand man that wasn’t trustable Who undercover slow he made deals under the table Workin’ for the feds ’round my people wearin’ a cable My daddy got busted, so he got left with the dope All our shit got repossessed, and our family was flat broke Moved back inside the projects in summer of ’84 Developed my hustlin’ skills from yomey and black zo When I got to the point that I wasn’t small no more Hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough I know that he sheisty; but this nigga just don’t know Swear to God I ain’t ’bout it; but this nigga just don’t know I got a few under my belt and i’ma make it one more Cock the 4-4 and knock his brains out on the floor Respect my mind (chorus) [b.g.] Me, wayne, turk, and juvenile gettin’ blunted In fresh pearl-white suburb 1500 No stun’n, countin’ 100 thou’, nigga fronted a brick He should have knew hot boys wasn’t bringin’ back shit That’s how the game go, and that’s how the game get played Head buster, for sure, sweat no hoes, haters get sprayed All week long, look, I’m a nigga on the grind All year round I make you niggas respect my mind Every single day it’s a must I tote that fuckin’ iron Disconnect your spine, leave you funky or paralyzed I blues blocks to bust heads I use glocks and play hotels to the feds Niggas know I ain’t the one to be repped on Move when I’m comin’ through, or you get stepped on I don’t give a motherfuck if you got your vest on I’m shootin’ through that, thought you knew that That’s how b.geezy do that I ride dirty, and when I ride you die All the time you bitch-niggas gon’ respect my mind (chorus) [turk] Nigga, respect my mind Can’t, then stay your distance Kill realahs like that, nigga, you come up missin’ I soak your spot when you’re repping on me Get hit with shots when you’re hatin’ on me What’s happenin’, wodie Do you think you ready for us Disrespect our mind, fuckin’ over you is a must Come through your cut Nigga, it’s over, don’t spook now ’cause when you was talkin’ ’bout us it was all good, ha Nigga. fuck all that; I ain’t gon’ talk, i’ma save it Original h.b., nigga, I ride mercedes A young rich nigga, my whole team playin’ with figures Wear soldiers and ’bauds, and gettin’ richer and richer I got stacks of money, and fuckin’ plenty hoes Nigga, respect my mind or I’ll knock off your nose (chorus 2x) [lil’ wayne] Respect my mind Get This Ringtone 50 Shots Bigtimers Bling Bling (Radio Remix) Bling Bling Remix Block Burner Blood Thicker Bout Whatever Boys at War Clear Da Set Dirty World Fired Up Get It How U Live!! Get Out Tha Way Help I Feel I Need A Hot Girl Infrared Dot I’m a Hot Boy I’m Com’n Neighborhood Superstar Respect My Mind Ridin Rock Ice Shoot First Spittin’ Game Tha Hood Too Hot Tuesday & Thursday We On Fire

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