Clipse - Hot Damn (Cot Damn Remix) Lyrics

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(Chorus):

Hot damn...it's a new day

Hot damn...but the boys wanted money mang

Hooo....hooo....hooo....hot damn

(Malice):

My how the boy's grown

From roamin' ? homes to homes of his own

There's no catchin' up he's in a whole 'nother zone

Still true to his roots stay close to the chrome

Haters stay clear of him y'all stand cheer for him

Got up out the game and overcame let's hear it for him

Keep a new toy so I wonder how good

I'm not enjoying life I'm reliving my childhood

Big chain monster whip game bonkers

Monster truck remind him of Tonka

Diamond F-color plus gold still gut her

The ill is in the mills motherfucker I ain't studder

Bittersweet my life's a musical

From holding O's to rolls gold the Lord's beautiful

Before him I'm too ashamed to show my face

But she's so mean can't help but to fall from grace

Motherfucker

(Chorus)

(Ab-Liva):

Hot damn when that white hit the pan it

Twists and it tumbles it

Flips and it fumbles I

Mix it like gumbo I

Pitch it so subtle I

Keep hustle ? I got 'em wonderin'

What happened to that boy?

Six manuever how to slip into that toy

Enter the pimp the crook the hustler thing

The man the music the making the king

I'm simply building my mink

Many men marchin' like ?

King Kong the verse makin' the world sing

? just like mine

Peekin' through bars hopin' the sun shines on him

But you still got to watch the phonies

Watch your homies we pop pop got you homie

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(Chorus)

(Pusha T):

Ugh...handled the rock like none other

Wrist over the stove head under the cupboard

In the kitchen 'til the fumes make him feel smothered

The way it melt fiends can't believe it's not butter

The way it melt he won't cop from none other

Than he who holds O's like Krispy Kreme's oven

Or easy bake pink ? make

The presidential look like strawberry shortcake

(Pharrel):

Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed and

Me unscratched and billionaire boys for fashion

Ugh...you niggas is clones

I hand out styles like ice cream cones man fuck outta here

(Pusha T):

That's for real my gats is real

The SL5 is lookin' like the Batmobile

Chrome lips with the matchin' wheels

Both chains probably match your deal

Y'all dudes is a act for real

Pusha

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(Roscoe P. Goldchain):

Either the sun or death can be looked at

That's what an old G told me

That was the exact moment I decided to take a path

And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back

I would nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place

I don't know what you call a destructive warpath

It'll be shell showers in today's forcast

You a gangsta? I can't tell

Your diamond don't glimmer when the light it it

Those jewels are genuine because if they was I'm nice with it

I would have been took that

That skinny stack in your pocket I would have been shook that

In this world you gotta watch it I'm here to warn ya

Cats turnin' former over ? wrapped in wax

My son's home cryin' don't give me no slack

Just put your motherfuckin' money in the bag

These words are being said as I hide behind glove and mask

Goldchain's not your typical crook

I'm being watched look at the camera ladies and push

(Chorus)

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