Artist: Troy Ave Album: New York City Song: Hot Out Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro] Powder! Summertime, summer grind some won't [Verse One] Look at the degrees, it say 90 but it feel like a hun' though I'm Hot Boy Troy, who you think that they come fo'? The bad bitches the mad niggas that's who my gun fo' Blast hit ya then blast them they both done fo' Five on the hippy, five in the whippy Me and Sevin in the seven series with your bimmy And two friends, yellin no new friends givin 'em D Rakin in dough, crew love end for the week shit Barbeque on the block, too dark for beaches My smooth features Sunkist, orange g shit Peel back top on a ill back drop Oh that's my homey Jay Dough, put away that glock My shooters be ready and deadly, I trained them well My women be plenty and friendly, they kiss don't tell The fish 'gon fry and sell in the kitchen We movin on up, free all my niggas from they cells for intermission [Chorus] Ball player swag when it's hot out Bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out 90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out Slippin please, you know I'm here with the glock out Movin all white like Jesus, ice no freezes Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us Summertime Troy Ave comin out the speakers (Powder!) Find me on the block with my A-didas! [Verse Two] I made, classic moves and classic streams With a cuban link on these some classic dreams My homey Yankee pushed the red porche on the ball court Then the girls walked acrossed yeah we like short shorts Well we got all sorts, black, white, asians Them spanish girls from La Marena, look amazin When they be gazin we blazin playin spades and Then Johnny come open hold it down don't spray him Mami with the poker water gun super soaker But only wet he rhair if you payin to do it over 'Cause chicks get mad and trip like Six Flags High rollers no coasters for the cups place cash on the floor Dice game for twenty or more No ass better just mad cheddar, it's the allure Of the streets, mixed in with the heat In this jungle of concrete I got soft for cheap, word! [Chorus] Ball player swag when it's hot out Bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out 90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out Slippin please, you know I'm here with the glock out Movin all white like Jesus, ice no freezes Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us Summertime Troy Ave comin out the speakers (Powder!) Find me on the block with my A-didas! [Outro] Summertime summer grind some are known some a shine I'm just gettin money representin for the streets Summertime summer grind some are known some a shine I'm just gettin money representin for the streets Summertime summer grind some are known some a shine I'm just gettin money representin for the streets Summertime summer grind some are known some a shine I'm just gettin money representin for the streets Nigga! Scram Jones on the beat, Troy Ave add the powder with the heat Nobody can compete, it's that fuck nigga defeat Get it defeat........