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Wet Boys - Puttin' Out Fire lyrics
{sirens Chorus:2x Hoes off Hoes on, street flooded Hoes off We done, left ya hood leaded Hoes off Hoes on, street flooded Hoes off {1st time thru We one, left ya hood leaded {2nd time thru But we done, left ya hood leaded Verse 1: As I creeps off To cool these Hot Boys off I reach new levels I be goin against the devils I knew it was four They recruited some mo' I run up my squad Fireproof head-to-toe I went lookin for these boys, I hit every block Checked every rehab, hit every dope spot I came up wit nuthin Then I heard somethin On the radio, I go to V.L. cuz they be stuntin Block hardy Hot Boys No you're not boys Wet Boys on their way with their supersoaker toys Got a pack on my back holdin 75 gallons 32 round glock loaded with the black (?) First HB I saw, Baby suckin gold teeth Supersoaked em good, from his head to his feet Next up was Juvey, I gave him the look Wrote the final chapter, then I closed the book Ran up on Turk Supersoaker puttin in work Jacked him out his 42 dollar rent, cooled off his Hot Boy shirt Next two, BG and Wayne, since they wanna be the baddest Shot em up wit bad dope, to me that's the saddest Look Chorus:2x [T-Bone] Verse 2: Well it's T-Beezy Off the heezy Bout that drama fo' sheezy Supersoaker in my trunk, how many Hot Boys wanna see me Chromed out five trucks with chrome K's to match Bulletproof-fire suits, I'm totin gallons on my back Ready to spray I'm rainin on your sunny day I get carried away Like Dirty Hairy "Make my day!" Betta yet, fuck dat, Wet Boys got me on a flight Since you don' made my day, what bitch gon' make my night Wanna go for a ride While the water's low tide It's nowhere to hide I hit ya wit a (?) Who be the coldest nigga makin these tracks The same nigga made niggas quit and start smokin crack I should be slammin Niggas out there be jammin All tracks real dope, ain't no mutha fuckin whammin Verse 3: Fire tracks and fire trucks Nigga duck Still get plucked Hit you wit a supersoaker I'ma paralize ya to fuck 250 pounds of pressure ? gone dress ya Now you one nigga less-a For bein a Wet Boy testa If I come thru with a fire truck nigga hate to hear the siren Water for us, ya gettin ?, so I'm holdin my hydrent Chorus:4x Verse 4: So you say you wanna get him, erase my face and Put a price on my head, betta get a new plan Cuz all that price on my head, ya plan gon' fail I flip the script Take my own hit, now your shit gonna sale No say "I can't get got" Cuz souljas get got alot But if they hit, you say miss I be the new mailman on your block Ain't no mail in my bag Look it's 'caine and soulja rags Your first on my ojenda, gotta return the (?) I stand in your driveway, supersoakers on Pressure wash your property till my waters all gone I ain't no joke wit mine, I don't choke my nigga I got a scope on mine, you get smoked my nigga The rap game I been runnin Just for funn 'n Look my uzi weighs a ton 'n '45 Tommy gunnin Ya get done 'n You and your son'n That's what ya call me nigga Fire trucks comin thru, betta get the army nigga Ya bawlin nigga, I stand tall wit my ground Not just represent Up, but also Downtown Here's what I wanna do, here's how I'm gonna do it Wet Boys gotta plot, peep game and listen to it Chorus: 4x {sirens until end of song |
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