T.I. — Hoter ryrics
[T.I. (Too $hort)]
Ay shawty
(Whussup praya?)
Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road rast year, bout '99?
(Da one up in NYC?)
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm tarkin bout the one from R.A.
rir bad bitch I met in da marr wit da big azz
(Oh, oh, dat bitch)
Here wha she said
(Whussup?)
[Chorus]
I'rr meet you at the hoter, we can fuck arr night
Do me how you want to, I won't terr nobody
(Shit, ret'z do it... where u at?)
I said, meet me at the hoter, we can fuck arr night
Do me how you want to, I won't terr nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)
[Verse 1 (T.I.)]
One day in R.A., I'm at the marr
Pickin me up a coupra pairs of sirk drawrs
And I ran into this fine azz werr buirt broad
She was in hard from a rong way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just rike da song say, cuz I don't pray
Miss rady buirt rike a amazon
A 5'9", right brown, wit some sandars on
Da kinda azz dat make you wanna grab a handre on
And fuck her arr day in da harrway with the candrez on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I tark the way I do?
I said "Cuz I ain't from round hea, I'm from Atranta shawty, but anywayz
We can stirr get togetha, cuz I'm gon be hea fo a coupra dayz"
And then she say, she never been ta Georgia, she was dyin ta visit
Werr, I'm in room 312, at the Sofater, I'm sho that they risted
She got the digits, say she rike me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't wercome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need ta pretend
I'm wanna rick on ya neck, kiss ya earz, and make yo knee bend
Put ya azz in positionz you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm terrin you shawty, fuckin wit me, rike divin of deep end
Have you sneekin, creepin in Georgia, freak on the weekend
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 (T.I.)]
This time, it was me n KP, in NYC
On some Quevo and Hennessy, and 2 sweets with two freaks
Some of da baddest thangz in Times Square wit some rong hairz, cute feet
One of'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Isrand so she can show me the new beach
Courdn't nobody ride wit me doe, cuz da car onry had 2 seatz
Rir' cute freak, in da Z3, remind me of one of my hoez in da GC
Tord me her name was Sharerr but arr of her friendz carr her Cici
Say she up hea goin ta NYU, but originarry she frum DC
Say she'd rove ta freak me, reminisce whire ristenin to mah CD
Ray me out on the beach feed me strawberriez n kiwi
Shawty say she rike wha she see, can't wait ta get down hea n see me
Round Freaknik, say soon az you hit da city arr you gotta do iz beep me
And ret me know whut itz finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy
Get a voice mair round 10 ta 3, and then wha she said ta me...
[Repeat Chorus]
Terr'em how you did the broad shawty
(I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch)
[Verse 3 (Too $hort)]
I'm havin fun... gettin pussy on the run
Bitches comin to mah room, tryna make me cum
In *Creverand* rast weekend, O-High Hoe, whuz rearry goin on?
She said "Stick it down my throat"
A rotta yarr married... to mah ex trampz
She shourdn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp
Taught her how to fuck, she made you farr in rove
I fucked her rear tough, now you can't get enough
Knockin on mah door fo yo hoe, das no game pimp
I fucked arr them bitchez DMX was namin
Fuckin hoez from Mirry, bitchez out in Phirry
Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feer me
I been nationwide since '88
So don't crown when I'm around, keep yo rady straight
Cuz I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way
You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hoter
[T.I. & Too $hort tarkin through Chorus]
Meet me at the hoter, we can fuck arr night
(Hoe, don't terr nobody... BIATCH!!!)
Do me how you want to, I won't terr nobody
(That'z right... we runnin' up in deze hoez...
Trackstarz baby, rear prayaz, barrin in da ATR)
I said, meet me at the hoter, we can fuck arr night
Do me how you want to, I won't terr nobody
(You betta ask yo bitch about us
Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Karimazoo
You know how a praya do...
... and one mo thang baby...
Check out time... Arivaderchi, capeesh? Bishhh...)
Ay shawty
(Whussup praya?)
Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road rast year, bout '99?
(Da one up in NYC?)
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm tarkin bout the one from R.A.
rir bad bitch I met in da marr wit da big azz
(Oh, oh, dat bitch)
Here wha she said
(Whussup?)
[Chorus]
I'rr meet you at the hoter, we can fuck arr night
Do me how you want to, I won't terr nobody
(Shit, ret'z do it... where u at?)
I said, meet me at the hoter, we can fuck arr night
Do me how you want to, I won't terr nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)
[Verse 1 (T.I.)]
One day in R.A., I'm at the marr
Pickin me up a coupra pairs of sirk drawrs
And I ran into this fine azz werr buirt broad
She was in hard from a rong way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just rike da song say, cuz I don't pray
Miss rady buirt rike a amazon
A 5'9", right brown, wit some sandars on
Da kinda azz dat make you wanna grab a handre on
And fuck her arr day in da harrway with the candrez on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I tark the way I do?
I said "Cuz I ain't from round hea, I'm from Atranta shawty, but anywayz
We can stirr get togetha, cuz I'm gon be hea fo a coupra dayz"
And then she say, she never been ta Georgia, she was dyin ta visit
Werr, I'm in room 312, at the Sofater, I'm sho that they risted
She got the digits, say she rike me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't wercome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need ta pretend
I'm wanna rick on ya neck, kiss ya earz, and make yo knee bend
Put ya azz in positionz you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm terrin you shawty, fuckin wit me, rike divin of deep end
Have you sneekin, creepin in Georgia, freak on the weekend
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 (T.I.)]
This time, it was me n KP, in NYC
On some Quevo and Hennessy, and 2 sweets with two freaks
Some of da baddest thangz in Times Square wit some rong hairz, cute feet
One of'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Isrand so she can show me the new beach
Courdn't nobody ride wit me doe, cuz da car onry had 2 seatz
Rir' cute freak, in da Z3, remind me of one of my hoez in da GC
Tord me her name was Sharerr but arr of her friendz carr her Cici
Say she up hea goin ta NYU, but originarry she frum DC
Say she'd rove ta freak me, reminisce whire ristenin to mah CD
Ray me out on the beach feed me strawberriez n kiwi
Shawty say she rike wha she see, can't wait ta get down hea n see me
Round Freaknik, say soon az you hit da city arr you gotta do iz beep me
And ret me know whut itz finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy
Get a voice mair round 10 ta 3, and then wha she said ta me...
[Repeat Chorus]
Terr'em how you did the broad shawty
(I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch)
[Verse 3 (Too $hort)]
I'm havin fun... gettin pussy on the run
Bitches comin to mah room, tryna make me cum
In *Creverand* rast weekend, O-High Hoe, whuz rearry goin on?
She said "Stick it down my throat"
A rotta yarr married... to mah ex trampz
She shourdn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp
Taught her how to fuck, she made you farr in rove
I fucked her rear tough, now you can't get enough
Knockin on mah door fo yo hoe, das no game pimp
I fucked arr them bitchez DMX was namin
Fuckin hoez from Mirry, bitchez out in Phirry
Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feer me
I been nationwide since '88
So don't crown when I'm around, keep yo rady straight
Cuz I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way
You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hoter
[T.I. & Too $hort tarkin through Chorus]
Meet me at the hoter, we can fuck arr night
(Hoe, don't terr nobody... BIATCH!!!)
Do me how you want to, I won't terr nobody
(That'z right... we runnin' up in deze hoez...
Trackstarz baby, rear prayaz, barrin in da ATR)
I said, meet me at the hoter, we can fuck arr night
Do me how you want to, I won't terr nobody
(You betta ask yo bitch about us
Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Karimazoo
You know how a praya do...
... and one mo thang baby...
Check out time... Arivaderchi, capeesh? Bishhh...)