What they call me, Hot Spitta, OG I run the most rhymes out of New Orleans I'm hella cool, I'm not a fool I got so many styles, nigga I could give one to you When I roll through the town I holla at my niggas Be the most asked question, "How I got them figures?" "How I got them bitches?" and the answer is I just do me homeboy that's all I did I grind like gears in my Nova Niggas was right behind me until I floated Now they couldn't find me with a telescopic focus Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all I was born to roll Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all I was born to roll Suckers pop shit don't bother me dawg Y'all pussies talking like vagina monologue Run your bitch to the set, to break my dawgs off Big blower out the hood like a funny car Nigga say I sound like who? You sound like trash Get off my dick and pass my cash Bitches wanna be on my arm like elbow pads And go to the A Life store on Melrose Ave Bitches from the past see Spitta and get mad Look at magazine covers and see what they once had I'm rolling with something bad, she down for the cause Crack the sunroof, blow the smoke in the stars A rebel with a cause, my joystick broke I can't press pause Captain of the Jets, Spitta Nigga, Brett Favre Wack videos make me turn my television off And keep the joints rolling like the wheels on a Porsche Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all I was born to roll Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all Check it out baby, check it out y'all I was born to roll