(mannie fresh)
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!

(juvenile):
Wodie, what kinda n***a that be full of that 'dro
What kinda n***a freak shop like a eskimo
(b. G.):
Juve, what kinda n***a wanna be like me
A n***a that wanna go get that new lexus jeep, lil' wayne
(lil' wayne):
Uh oh, what kinda n***a got 10 around his neck, what
20 on his wrist, what, money by the tech, huh
(turk):
My n***a, what kinda n***a that'll kick in the do'
Bust your head, duck tape your hoe, and make her lay on the flo'
(juvenile):
Wodie, what kinda n***a play the cards how they dealt
What kinda n***a got something that he could show for hisself
(b. G.):
Juve, what kinda n***a wanna be like me
The ones that tape don't sell but want a check like me
(lil' wayne):
Say dog, what kinda n***a be on top of the world
Million dollar status got me on top of ya girl
(turk):
Lil daddy, what kinda n***a be bout nuthin but war
Pop out the car with ak and smoke a n***a like gar

Chorus: (hotboy$)
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the

(juvenile):
What kinda n***a know what doing bad is
What kinda n***a know what a stolen jag is
(b. G.):
Check it, what kinda n***a that be packing that iron
A n***a like the hotboys that just don't mind dyin
(lil' wayne):
Man look, what kinda n***a just dressed in all black
Fitted hats, long plats, 4 slugs out the tex
(turk):
What kinda n***a ride 20 inch chrome turning off his phone
Cause hoes don't wanna leave him alone
(juvenile):
What kinda n***a know police is coming
What kinda n***a quarter keys be runnin
(b. G.):
Check it, what kinda n***a got two lex (rolex) on his wrist
What kinda n***a that'll freak out and beat his b***h
(lil' wayne):
Juve, what kinda n***a just don't give a you know
Hit the set and shot 4 one more see 'em go
(turk):
What kinda a n***a wear reebok tennis shoes
Takin off his shirts just to show his tattoes

Chorus: (hotboy$)
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the

(juvenile):
What kinda n***a know who killed his partner
What kinda n***a be playin it real with choppers
(b. G.):
Juve, what kinda n***a that be ready to buck
With ak assault rifles not givin a f**k
(lil' wayne):
What kinda n***a ride all day on twenty's
Spend cash to the last penny sippin crystille and henny
(turk):
What kinda n***a got golds in his mouth (mouth)
What kinda n***a got hoes that like to pout (pout)
(juvenile):
Turkie, what kinda n***a make a hoe slow down
What kinda n***a that be ready cause it's gone go down
(b. G.):
Juve, what kinda n***a got change in the bank
10 round his neck 5 on his panky rang
(lil' wayne):
Look, what kinda n***a take a broad in the benz to eat
Later on if he don't hit she going home on feet
(turk):
Lil wayne, what kinda n***a got 3 or 4 hoes
What kinda n***a got his hoes in control

Chorus: (hotboy$)
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the

(juvenile):
What kinda n***a got beaucoup slugs in his mouth
What kinda n***a got beaucoup drugs in his house
(b. G.):
Juve, what kinda n***a smoke jo's and weed
Everyday of the week, wear t's (t-shirts) bauds (girbauds) and ree's
(reeboks)
(lil' wayne):
Wodie, what kinda n***a just bust you in yo nose
Be ridin with his boys, what boys, hot boy$
(turk):
My n***a, what kinda n***a that'll ride first round
Hit the spot with 50 shots leave brains on the ground
(juvenile):
What kinda n***a be f*****g with cmr (cash money records)
What kinda n***a got a fight until tommorrow
(b. G.):
What kinda n***a that be flossed for nuttin
Them cash money boys cause we working with something
(lil' wayne):
Look, what kinda n***a get nasty at night, what the blup,
Why you want fight me, I didn't know that was your wife
(turk):
What kinda n***a know a b***h ain't s**t
Take and make his third string hoe suck his d**k

Chorus: (hotboy$)
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them ni***z is the
Juvenile & turk (we on fire)
Lil' wayne & B. G. (we on fire)

Them ni***z is the (hot, hot,) we on fire
Them ni***z is the (hot, hot,) we on fire
Them ni***z is the (hot, hot,) we on fire
Them ni***z is the (hot, hot,) we on fire!
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