(Mannie Fresh)
You need a hot one I got one, I take and bend
Shake it down, break it down, with me and a friend
Biggity bounce, slide, ride, with that cat to the right
Push it down, push it ups, boom your dynamite
Lick it up like ice cream, nigga you know
to make me bow bow bow bow (Rocky Balboa)
See I lovin it when you thuggin, baby just don't stop
you could wobledee wobledee (drop drop it like it's hot)
Beat it up and eat it up, love that's yo dick
And if you ain't from the ghetto, then ride out bitch
Arms, legs, backs, and breast
you better read her fucking tats
Nigga Mannie Fresh
suck it up and yuck it up, baby work on that pole
Got them niggaz in a circle hollerin here we go-oh
Back that azz up lil' one all the way to the zipper
I really like ya hot girl but I got to flip her
Chorus:
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(What you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(What you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(Baby)
I need a hot-n-spicy hoe I can shop with
Give my hoe 10 G's, told her to spend the shit
See my hot girl ride Lexus Coupe, bitch
and she got the matchin Roley, hoe floss your shit
and she got the matching mink for the winter bitch
See a real hot girl can't be faded bitch
Roll the dice, hit the sev', no crap no bitch
Got the brand new Rover off the showroom quick
Customized TV's all through that shit
Yokahama 20-inch dubs on that bitch
See my Cash Money hot girl floss her shit
Ridin Uptown bumpin hot boys ya bitch
and that blue faced Rolex I bought that bitch
Keep big head Benjamins on through her shit
Fuck a "Thug Girl", them hoes can only suck my dick
I need a hot girl to represent this Uptown shit
Chorus: repeat 2X
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(What you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(What you wWritten by Bob Welch.
We're livin a madhouse, you know
Digital religions' runnin' the whole show
See that guy over there
Rolling his eyes & tearing his hair
He controls deploymentof a thousand phantom jets
Slouching towards Bethlehem
Up to his tricks
Dealing with a real B666
Were livin'in a madhouse, you know
Nothing works & the jerks are runnin' the whole show
See that guy over
Conversing with the empty air
Well he wrote all the programs on a million tape machines
Slouching towards Bethlehem
Up to his tricks
Dealing with a real B666
Well you've seen him before, in the past
He was there at first, he'll be there at last
But I just couldn't help tryin' to warn ya
Cause he's slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
You're just one of his million programming tricks
Dealing with a real B666