| Song | Hot Now |
| Artist | Sticky Fingaz |
| Album | Decade |
| 作曲 : Jones | |
| Let's get it hot now baby | |
| I keep it gully til | |
| I drop dead baby | |
| I told you | |
| I ain't got an option baby | |
| I came too far just to stop now baby | |
| But yo yo [Sticky Fingaz] | |
| Yo we blowin 'em up, holdin 'em up | |
| Swolen 'em up, gang signs throwin 'em up | |
| All these guns don't make me have to open 'em up | |
| I'll open you up, doctors be sewen you up | |
| If you a soldier flags they gon' be foldin 'em up | |
| Every month like | |
| PMS, I get the quote of the month | |
| Like I give a fuck, | |
| I walk away holdin my nuts | |
| Rollin a dutch, everything that's stolen | |
| I touch Better lace your boots and cock ya fours | |
| And give these niggaz what they askin for | |
| Cause they ain't seen ya face in the streets for a while | |
| Let 'em know you got heat and you puttin it down [Chorus] [Sticky Fingaz] | |
| A'yo no fuckin around, buckin around | |
| Duckin 'em down, believe me son, shuttin 'em down | |
| If you commercial put yo' ass under the ground | |
| That's why your wife could never be found when | |
| I be in town | |
| You probly taste me when you be tonguin her down | |
| Cause I don't listen - she told me not to cum in her mouth | |
| Thuggin her out, love don't live in this house | |
| I'm talkin sex, money, murder ma that's all | |
| I'm about | |
| You better grab her by the hair, slap her ass some more | |
| And give these bitches what they askin for | |
| Cause they ain't seen a nigga this live in a while | |
| Let 'em know you go deep when you dickin 'em down [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Jones | |
| Let' s get it hot now baby | |
| I keep it gully til | |
| I drop dead baby | |
| I told you | |
| I ain' t got an option baby | |
| I came too far just to stop now baby | |
| But yo yo Sticky Fingaz | |
| Yo we blowin ' em up, holdin ' em up | |
| Swolen ' em up, gang signs throwin ' em up | |
| All these guns don' t make me have to open ' em up | |
| I' ll open you up, doctors be sewen you up | |
| If you a soldier flags they gon' be foldin ' em up | |
| Every month like | |
| PMS, I get the quote of the month | |
| Like I give a fuck, | |
| I walk away holdin my nuts | |
| Rollin a dutch, everything that' s stolen | |
| I touch Better lace your boots and cock ya fours | |
| And give these niggaz what they askin for | |
| Cause they ain' t seen ya face in the streets for a while | |
| Let ' em know you got heat and you puttin it down Chorus Sticky Fingaz | |
| A' yo no fuckin around, buckin around | |
| Duckin ' em down, believe me son, shuttin ' em down | |
| If you commercial put yo' ass under the ground | |
| That' s why your wife could never be found when | |
| I be in town | |
| You probly taste me when you be tonguin her down | |
| Cause I don' t listen she told me not to cum in her mouth | |
| Thuggin her out, love don' t live in this house | |
| I' m talkin sex, money, murder ma that' s all | |
| I' m about | |
| You better grab her by the hair, slap her ass some more | |
| And give these bitches what they askin for | |
| Cause they ain' t seen a nigga this live in a while | |
| Let ' em know you go deep when you dickin ' em down Chorus |