ฟังเพลงHot Potato (feat. Freddie Foxxx) (Explicit)

Hot Potato (LP Version) - Naughty By Nature/Freddie Foxxx

Mic check 1 2 strap it up

Load the beat cock the mic

And your rhyme better be fat

Or you might have to fight

Yeah there's no escape from the terror dome

You know I'm nice when

I'm busting fat rhymes on the metronome

Mc's never pass the mic to the foxxx 'cause

Once I bust a fat rhyme

You be a has was

I beat you down on stage

And when the battle's over

You'll be leaving your show in a hearse nova

I'm flipping the x's three times and I'm back again

See on my way down stage they had me strapped in

But once I hit New York and they loosened the chains

I went and bought me a tec now I'm wild insane

I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer

I got my beat 'em down bat and a itchy finger

So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna flip

I'm the rap bounty hunter and

It's time to get yo a** whipped

Yeah I'm coming from the streets pop

And please fight back so you can get dropped

It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap

I smack the taste out your mouth

You wanna be a Mack

I'm not trying to shake the water and wake the gator

But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato

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You fly high I heard your tape then flipped

The next side looking for the def side

You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side

Who's wet dried when treach tried next died

I'm gonna slide your wet wide so step side

Any dull raps get the skull

Caps pulled back full breeze

Blasting your a** back at full speed

Hoes in flow you know bimbo

And won't stop praying and playing

Until I'm laying up in fo'

Nowhere to run nowhere to go

I got a solid hip below the

Belt to make your nuts not grow

Here's to all crews that been wack

I got a thinking cap with raps

I attached with a chin strap

Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh

Yes you can't believe that she said treach

The wicked a wicked a wully bully

Bad and fully and surely bad

Ready and willy getting incomprehensible glad

Dissed in hell and fell in fire

I attack your back

Force you to retire with a wet wire

Give you the whip appeal like Toby

Listen oldie but Goldie

Take the dough from all who owe me

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If a rapper disrespect me

I smack him in his mouth

I tow him in a yoke

Grab him by his throat boom

Then I knock him out

I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock

When my glock get hot

You punk niggas better leave the block

Yeah Freddie foxxx on a rampage

Every time I touch the mic

The police is standing front stage

Cause I been labeled as a troublemaker

I send my baddest girl to

Your house to play the heart breaker

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest

Then turn around and blast you with a 33 shot tec

You couldn't rap you was wack from the get go

So you got bumped off by my head hoe

Called by the militant Mack my mentality is jail

Long as I'm strapped I can't fail

Check this I take the bass and

I bust you in the eye with it

A piece of steel with a screen on top

I'm getting fly with it

I'm bringing suckers to the street again

Cause them same broke a**

Niggas riding on my meat again

Mr microphone flipped the beat again

Suckers got caught with the rhyme

Felt the heat again

I'm breaking it down

Letting you know I'm never letting go

I beat your brother down

Punk just to let you know

This is hip hop gee not hit pop

You mess around with the beats

Get your boots knocked

I'ma slide I'm in her

When I see you suckers later

As I pass the mic like a hot potato

Shrimps attempt to get pimped

When playing pimp why

Sleeping with a limp eye

Pass the hot potato

Treach done incomprehensible chop to french fries

Mad as a murder vet man it'll hurt a set

Well to hell with you

And your fat o with the gurtle neck

So ol' gold digger

Dig some dirt there you have it

Want ring or a marriage

Go get the carrot from a rabbit

Before I stab him for his lucky foot

Hit him with a puffy hook

Hit the hare now look how lucky looks

I'm not a chip on your shoulder

I'm a boulder on a path

Left a gash you catch a headache in your a**

Class I'm disrespecting

I won't see you tripping clown

When I do you be tripping

Slipping and falling down

All's left to call cops

When I smack you with a leather wig

And make you suckers suede bald spots

Chip chop flip the hip hop I chuckle

You couldn't knock boots

With a muthaf**king knuckle

It's on what's more

Talk and get a boo boo from your jaw

It's easy as 1 2 3 4

1 potato 2 potato 3 potato 4

1 potato 2 potato 3 potato 4

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That's what I'm talking about

Word up 4 potatoes 4 verses

Some hard rough stuff for all

Those hungry MC's out there

You know what I'm saying

Yeah baby nothing commercial about this

The militant Mack in the house

And I got a right hand

For all that try to stand in my face and front

Believe that and I'm coming

Straight from the streets word up