Jay Rock - Hottest in the Hood lyrics

[Intro] What's up, Red Cafe? Had to get on this, my n***a Ha ha, Jay motherf**in' Rock, Top Dawg [Hook] Hottest n***a in the hood I'm the hottest n***a in the hood I'm the hottest n***a in the hood I'm the hottest n***a in the hood [Verse 1] I'm the hottest n***a in the hood From Watts to the beach, Comptown to the woods Project animal, chill with the wolves Wish a n***a would, shoot him till my clip empty Reload, four metal jacket, pull up in a four-door Hop out, AK-47, want war? Vietnam bomb on your front line, boy Gutter as I want to be, shoe range every week Practice ain't like text messages when I raise the heat D. Wade in black shades on the Manhattan Beach, boy Show you how to do this, Blood Rest in peace for (?), Westside love It's some cherry red Chucks, got my fade, tape it up Mary-Kate and Ashley in the trunk Birds for thirteen-five Tell Jeezy to meet me outside of the (?), Hollywood and Vine I f** over the game while you right at the pawn She gon' lick on her while she ride on mine's This is rider music, you stupid if Rock don't shine Every day in office, you called it Barack O'Brien Drinkin' Cîroc, Diddy endorse a n***a, put my money in stocks Thinkin' back when I poked holes in a sock Ski mask, '94, pants dip in the yacht With a foreign b**h, all she ever say is, "Ya" Cry, frankly, stashed old money and my (?) Hoopty was janky, but now I (?) Blowtorch left his leg and his corpse stanky DTs roll through, tell 'em that it ain't me I'm high all day off the (?) all day Like a lawyer who vice for you to slide through the case I slide through a case of Cristal and get buck wild n***as that didn't f** with me, they on my nuts now Ye-ye, from the West but no beats from Kanye I need some 808s, f** with me in the lab all day like a scientist Hit the streets, bring bad food for the lion's den Violent, pullin' b**h-n***as' strings like a violin Bet he never f** with my vibe again Double X-L, Pro Club, take it off b**h, give me back rubs, f** her, then I'm takin' off Next city, drinkin' (?), stacks to the b**hes with the biggest a** While you're throwin' ones, I be throwin' fifties I know 50, I'm a tell you why He chasin' the billy and so am I Oh, I forgot, the sour (?) I never fell off, kept the magazine with me on through the (?) I smoke like a 'Lac exhaust, blowin' Os like it's doin' donuts My dough nuts, got more credentials than Winchell's Ha ha, now that's funny to me K. Dot, these n***as ain't f**in' with me They be f**in' with Blood dolls, leave her (?) in the sheets I f** with model b**hes you would never would see They pull up in UFOs every time we meet Now, tell me who hot in these streets? J motherf**in' Rock just bodied this beat, I'm done