Hot 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
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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