The Neptunes Present Clones - Hot Damn (Clipse) lyrics

[Intro - Pharrel] Malice saying we to hot New verses please c'mon! [Chorus - Pharrel] Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) hooooo, hooooo hooooo, Hot Damn [Verse 1 - Malice] My how the boys grow? From roaming low into homes To homes of his own No catching up he's in a whole nother zone Still true to his roots Stay close to the chrome Haters stay clear of him Ya'll stay in cheer for him Got up out the game and over came Lets hear it for him Keep a new toy so I wonder how good Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood Big chain monster, whip game bonkers Monster truck remind him of tonka Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter My deal is in the mills, Motherf**er and I aint stutter Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical From holding nose to roles gold The lords beautiful Before him im to shame to show my face But shes so mean can't help but to fall off the race Motherf**er [Chorus - Pharrel] Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) [Verse 2 - Ab-Liva] Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it Twist and it tumbles, it Flips and it fumbles, I Mix it like gumbo, I Pitch it so suttle, I Keep hustle so pother feds I got'em wondering (wondering) What happened to that boy? Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing? The man the music the making the king Constantly builded by me A million men marching like Calling them the king kong The verse making the world sing My hearts on the sleeve-a ya'll basically just like my opinion The bars hoping the sun shines on them But you still gotta watch the phonies Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie [Chorus - Pharrel] Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) [Verse 3 - Pusha T] Ugh... Handle the rock like none other Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard In the kitchen 'til the fume make me feel smothered The way it melt fiends can't believe its not bu*ter The way it melt he won't cop from non-other The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven Or easy bake, pink D.V's make The presidential look like strawberry shortcake P? [Pharrel] Imagine that royals royce crashed it we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh You n***as is clones, I hand out styles like ice cream cones get the f** out'a here [Pusha T] Thats for real, my gats is real SL5 is looking like the batmobile Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh Both chains probably match a deal Ya'll dudes is a act for real Pusha [Chorus - Pharrel] Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) [Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain] You either salute deaf cause you looked at Thats what a old G told me That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place Im what you call a destructive war path It will be shell showers in todays forcast You a gangsta? I can't tell Your diamonds don't blimmen when the light hit it Those j**els arn't genuine, because if it was I'm nice with it, I would have been took that That skin stacked in your pocket i would have been shook that And this world you gotta watch it, im here to warn ya Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags My sons' home crying dont give me no slack Just put the mutherf**ing money in the bag These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask Coldchain's not your typical crook Im being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush [Chorus - Pharrel] Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) hooooo, hooooo hooooo, Hot Damn