Hot Spot Lyrics by Foxy Brown

Hot Spot Lyrics

    Uh-huh uh, uhh
    Guess who's back! uhh
    Yeah, uhh, uhh

    Verse one:

    Aiyyo! rhyme or crime, let's get it on
    Mc's wanna eat me but it's ramadan
    Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice
    When i'm right, i'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong
    I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze
    Flows all night like vintage dom
    Been this nice since umm, the first prince bomb
    Before "the artist was known as" wit my grown ass
    Haters said it won't last, know how many birds i flown past
    Celly on roam, full belly, first class
    And i don't play, i watch them pockets
    Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches
    See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it
    Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this
    My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest
    You ain't got dough, you can't go with the fox bitch

    Chorus: foxy brown

    You can catch me at the hot spot cause i fox, i plots
    At the bar y'all, all night, i pops
    Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
    This is our world, me and my girls
    You can catch me at the hot spot, i fox, i plots
    At the bar y'all, all night, i pops
    Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
    This is our world, me and my girls

    Verse two:

    Yo! cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz
    Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties
    Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures
    Pick the finest, then i put it on the minors
    Love, after the club, meet me at the diner
    So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us
    Order a steak, a glass of oj to break-fast
    Hop in the car and head straight up eighth ave.
    The night is young, i'm likin son
    Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb
    His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb
    Pull up my tights some, enticin him
    You can handle the work, i'll play wit it
    Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it
    Bitches in the club they, hated it
    Cause i put my mack down then i, skated it

    Chorus

    Verse three:

    You can catch me at the expo', jacob jav
    Knocking jigga out the navigator, layin back, i stay in that
    Me fallin off? imagine that, it's not the case
    I'm _sittin on top of the world_ like brandy and mase
    You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case
    Big ballin bitch, i want all of this shit
    Six amg's with the spoiler kit
    Chromes from the fac', phones front and back
    Coco, flow, niggaz is wantin that
    Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that
    I heard you wanna stop fox, tell me how so
    I got that new york, to the dirty south flow
    Whole album hot, even the outro
    This time around i'm tryin to do about fo'
    This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough
    And y'all in the club i make em bounce

    Chorus

    Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause)
    Alright (pause), our world (pause)
    Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause)
    Alright (pause), our world (pause)

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