Hot Damn (Club Mix)

Pharrell Williams2014年2月10日


Hot Damn (老天) - Pharrell Williams

Hot d**n


It's a new day


Hot d**n


But them boys want the money man


Hot d**n


My how the boys roam from roaming

Loc and come home 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 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 could

I not enjoy life I'm re living my childhood

Big chain monsta whip game bonkas

Monster truck remind him of tonka

Diamond f color plush gold still gutter

My dealer's in the mills motherf**k'

And I ain't studder

Bitter sweet my life's a musical

From holding those to bose gold

The lord's beautiful

Before him I'm too shamed to show my face

But sh*t's so mean I can't help

But to fall from grace



Hot d**n


It's a new day


Hot d**n

But them boys want the money man


D**n when the white hit the pan it

Twists and it tumbles it

Flips and the fumbles I

Mix it like gumbo I pitch it so subtle I

I keep hustlers puzzled feds

I got 'em wondering


'What happened to that boy'

Six maneuver how'd I slip into that toy

Is it the pimp the crook the hustling thing

The man the music that making a king

I'm simply building my ming

I'm making mix martial like condom

My king kong my verse

Making the world sing

My heart's on the sleeve for

Your face is just like mine

Peeking from bars hoping the sun shines on 'em

But you still got to watch the phonies

Watch your homies we

Got you homie


Hot d**n


It's a new day


Hot d**n

But them boys want the money man


Handle the rock like none other

Grits over the stove head under the cupboard

In the kitchen till the fume

Make me 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

The he who holds o's like krispy kreme's oven

Or easy bake pink divvies make

The presidential should look like

Strawberry shortcake p

Imagine that rolls royce crashed

In me unscratched in

That millionaire boys club fashion


You niggas is clones

I hand out styles like ice cream cones

The f**k outta here

That's pha real my gats is real

Sl5 is lookin' like the batmobile

Chrome lids with the matching wheels

Both chains probably match ya deal

Y'all dudes is an act fa real pusha


Hot d**n


It's a new day


Hot d**n

But them boys want the money man

Neither the sun or death can be looked at

That's what an og told me

That was the exact moment

I decided to take a pact

And if you owe me

And if I decided to take it back

It wasn't nicely expect rosco

To put you back in place

I'm what you call a destructive warpath

It'll be a shell shower in today's forecast

You a gangsta I can't tell

You diamonds don't glimmer

When the light hit it

Those jewels aren't genuine

'Cause if they was I'm nice with it

I woulda' been took that

That skinny stack in your pocket

I woulda' been shook that

In this world you gotta watch it

I'm hear to warn ya

Cats turned informant over snow wrapped in wax

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

Just put the motherf**king money in the bag

These words are being said

As I hide behind glove and mask

Coat change not your typical crook

I'm being watched look

At the camera lens in the bush

Hot d**n


It's a new day


Hot d**n

But them boys want the money man