da hottest in da hood (remix 3) lyrics – red cafe

(feat. papoose, kardinal official, uncle murda, ross fortune, juggernot & diddy)

[intro:]
reeeeeemixxxxxxxxx! part three!

[diddy (red cafe):]
baaaaaaaaaaaaaddboyyyyyyyy!
this is the remix!
red cafe! who the f*ck y’all think y’all f*ckin with!
this is what you been waitin for! i run sh*t here!
you just live here! (what else!)
this is bad boy motherf*cker! (huh!)

[verse 1: red cafe]
i’m the hottest in the hood, chick game silly
chick hand in my draws tryin to free willy
now all y’all really tryin to rhyme like me
boy verse fly like i wrote in on the plane
huh! push weight no royce
now the check cleared shakedown, bad boy
hottest in the world, hottest in the game
rap king james i’m a put it on the chain
big hog at the valet d*mn
get ’em on they toes like it’s ballet daaaaaaammmmmmnnnnnnnnnn!
yeah! i get my 2pac on
thuglife hottest in the hood dot com

[verse 2: juganot]
yeah, when you on the eastside, homie ask about me
juganot, ain’t n*body that could doubt me
hot up in the hood like a jag or audi
i’m hot like ridin camel back in saudi arabia
the boy’s beha-vior – is rowdy!
strapped on that “iron man” like rob downey
hotter than a crucifix at klan rallies
got crews of chicks sweatin me like ballys (work it out)
i’m hot up in the hood like a hemi (vroom!)
like eddie role, anywhere with a semi
that’ll “ghost” you and your click like patrick and demi
with one eye closed, holdin the hand real steady

[chorus: red cafe]
and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
i’m the hottest n*gg*, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!
i’m the hottest n*gg*, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!
i’m the hottest n*gg*, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!
i’m the hottest n*gg*, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!

[verse 3: papoose]
papoose, pa-poose! i’m the best in the world
i talk like a webstar record “go girl! ”
got the ak’s, y’all could die
i keep the two k’s with me, like karl kani
i’m a show ’em how to bring pain
put some wholes in his white tee, that’s what i call t-pain
go get some anti-freeze, i think they should
i’m like the engine, i’m the hottest thing in the hood

[verse 4: ross fortune] (red cafe)
touchdown! if you’re small-time grindin, you gettin that fool’s gold
with me, i’m a pitch it, i’ll kick it like foosball
piff pills, hard wired or some good raw
main reason we the hottest in the hood dawg
(yeah, ross fortune) – ask about me
(that shakedown marcel)- ask about me
ross fortune on deck, lot of stacks around me
no guards, just shooters that’ll blast around me
if it ain’t shakedown, then it ain’t i’m-por-tant
if it ain’t about money, that sh*t sound foreign
when you hear “touchdown”, know that’s fortune
we scorin, it’s movin, we got it in motion – touchdown

[chorus: red cafe]
and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
i’m the hottest n*gg*, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!
i’m the hottest n*gg*, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!
i’m the hottest n*gg*, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!
i’m the hottest n*gg*, in the hooooooooooddddddddd!

[verse 5: kardinal offishall]
i’m the hottest in yo’ hood, hottest in yo’ block
wall street economics with a t-dot bop
got my p*ssport lookin like weezy’s tattoos
flyin from hood to hood mr. international
slums i roll by the clubs of philly
suburbs of atl tryin to wife chilli
jamaica ave. silly, shoppin like i must
be the only konvict n*gg* the hood discuss
besides my homey red, rock city and the boss
t-pain lost a couple teeth but he still floss
get it, i’m a monster america online
i’m a foreigner, better than barack in his prime

[verse 6: uncle murda]
i know i’m hot, it ain’t the marijuana
if i ain’t, then chris brown ain’t hit rihanna (he even bit her!)
and you can’t say i ain’t the truth
that’s like sayin if the cops think you got a gun
they ain’t ‘gon shoot (bloaw!)
i’m on fire, the haters still hatin on me
flow so hot, satan in h*ll waitin on me (i’m hotter than him!)
’cause of me, err’body rappin tougher
i call ’em lil’ kanyes’ and i’m they “big brother”
(word to mutha!)

/ red cafe lyrics