Hot Zone - Baby Bash

Yay, yay

Happy Perez

So quick

LSR

Welcome to the hot zone

Chorus: Frankie J

DJ, turn it up

It’s burnin' up

Turn it up, it’s burnin' up

One time

So tight

You like

Big bossin' at the Hot Z-O-N-E

Dollar bills, crispy

So much sweat

It smellin' fishy

But mess me with that

Who be the pimps and macks

Me and my cousin, dirty dozen, though he wasn’t

With them creased up

Khakis suits

Stacee boots

With my troops like G’s (What you think?)

Bitch, please

(???) on the rocks

Platinum pinky rings and watch (Presidential)

Show my credentials

Homie, keep that ho in check

Chrome .44 on deck

Holmes, I bet

Don’t make me do it

But ain’t nobody gon' be trippin' tonight

Nino Beez and Bash, Frost

We straight flossin'

Motherfucker

Repeat Chorus

Hook: Frankie J. (LSR)

Welcome to the hot zone (Where you can dance, drink and smoke)

You can get your rocks on (And hustlers)

You can get your boss on (Where you can dance, drink and smoke)

Welcome to the hot zone (And hustlers)

Repeat Chorus

You say

You got a hot spot, but dawg, it ain’t the hot zone

This shit’s vivid

This the life and how we kick it, bad bitches

Half-naked

Two at a time, at the drop of a dime

With the bottle of wine

The '68 in rewind

Take you back to the top, and then it’s back

On the block, where we be keepin' it hot

You know the spot

Where the parkin' lot is smokin' up

Man, summer’s on we

And summer’s all coked up

Some come loc’ed up

Blaze the weed and choke up

Baby came horny

Her and a man just broke up

She wanna eat tab

She got dropped off in a cab, roll over

Big Frost, turnin' the world a little colder

Repeat Chorus, Hook & Chorus

We bendin' corners

Tailgate straight to the fiasco

Got my wifey wonderin'

«Where the hell did Bash go?»

Man, I’m fat linin'

Like Joey Crack timin'

With a big booty beezy, backstage, freestylin'

Mean wildin'

It’s crunker than crunk-da-dunk dunkuh

It’s that head stunter, lookin' for a head hunter

And I guarantee these chickens start actin' right

Playboy T.B., filmin' platinum spice

And hey DJ, since you got 'em on boppin'

Could you give your boy a shot

What’s pop lockin'

Choppers keep choppin', and them rollies, keep clockin'

And ain’t nobody in the hot zone, cot blockin'

I’m off the Hennesey

She off the apple pucker

She lookin' so famous, she a bad motherfucker

And oh, hubba-hubba

She on the floor, groovin'

Baby Bash, LSR, we gon' keep the chains movin'

Repeat Chorus, Hook & Chorus

Come on

Come on

Yeah

Lone Star Ridaz

{LSR

Comin' to get ya

The boy Baby Bash

Comin' to get ya

The holmes Big Frost

Comin' to get ya

The boy Happy P

Comin' to get ya

Uh

Squares, beware

Squares, beware

Squares, beware}