Hot Girl

[Chamillionaire] Wazzap Forty, it's Chameleon. Gotta few words to say on Behalf of that Swishahouse. (What, what) What. What (What, what) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Look look Is you a hot girl, if not girl Can't be touchin' my hot spot girl I can't be all up in that cot girl I'm runnin' wit Michael Watts girl This is our world what you can't you tell Just look at the ice on my bezale My bread is green but it ain't stale TVs in a 6 hundred V12 While the beats swell and I'm slugged up The Chamillion be tatted and thugged up My money be gettin' all jealous You gotta move I can't be hugged up They bugged up selective sounds that offence Some ballers blockin' watchin' they knock us Cuz we ridin' in the candy red droppers On choppin' they love that I see that big ass and I love that Like Juvenile back that ass up in my direction And let me rub that Swishahouse don't need to dub that Go get you some Swishahouse socks Go get you some new shoes Put Swishahouse on top of your Reeboks Boy if your tryin' to get rich Go and get some Swishahouse stocks Cuz if it ain't platinum or gold Then it didn't come from that Michael Watts [Verse 2: Paul Wall] Boy whatsapp Mike Watts I'm rocking Reeboks with white socks Paul Wall be breakin' the mic while Micheal Watts be choppin' da [?] Choppin' yo block up with big throwed We 'bout to go 'head in some Lexus Best to quit runnin' yo mouth Cuz my gorilla's been known to kick door I'm Paul Wall camouflage boy With soldier in my crouch And if we get in some drama Demy and Davis carry they Glock With Terry off in the garage boy He ready to gettin' the glassback Jump Rrari' I bump in the black Lac' With the fat back, in his backpack When the back crack, we turn hands My drop be makin' a [?] I can catch boppa's If I rolled on spare tires and doughnuts Watts be bringin' that chopp back You bootleggers best to stop that Confidence in the Swishahouse album In a few months we 'bout to drop [Verse 3: DJ Michael (5000) Watts] They call me Big Watts On [?] where you'll find me Foes that hate me, find me But they can't stop me All about makin' the come up I'm bussin' on nigga's that run up Gotta stay real, gotta make me a mill Gotta roll in a Lex that's thugged up All about makin' my paper I'm all about fuckin' off haters Keep me a nine, gotta stay underground Talk shit but you can't fade us Hugh, how you love that. Swishahouse '99 baby. That's how We do it. H-Town, nigga's got me rappin' in this bitch, I be damned