Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh   Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh, ohh   we talkin bout      [D.V. Alias Khrist]   Hot times, runnin thru ya city   If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity   We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}      [Pos]   I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won   I drop a certified gem, for him and her   Knockin on your radio, like the Crash Crew   ask whoever you want - I'm managin the funk on the paper   Outside of that we pull capers for days   Ridin throughout the maze of street, while we blaze the beat   Watchin the sweet things wiggle they butt   to Plug Three, on the cut, movin on ya what-   -ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin our point, to ya position   Rippin stages with my thought coalition   Carryin on, eradicate all your stress mode   Just another episode through these area codes   We bankin on      [D.V. Alias Khrist]   Hot times, runnin thru ya city   If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity   We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}   Hmmm..      [Pos]   It's the hot-ness, talked about but never seen   like the Loch-Ness, til ya cop this; drop it inside your vein,    and like a train, we be runnin throughout your legs and arms   You're high off our talent and charm   Check the caliber - this be a smash   like some food on stage for Gallagher   Wear ya bib, cause it's messy   Niggaz schemin on my +Girl+ as if my name was +Jesse+   Watch your manners! Now let me pass it off to Dave Banner      [Dove]   Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue   Small talkin in the big city, it's all about gettin the coins   Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin   They sportin a dot com Viet marker bomb   on your metro - MARTA order iron horse   Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher   I'm cuttin your girl - we on a world tour   Supplyin your bloodstream with nothin but the pure uncut, in ya      [D.V. Alias Khrist]   Hot times, runnin thru ya city   If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity   We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. mmmm..      Freak freak freak freak the funk the funk the funk the funk   funk freak the freak the freak the freak the freak the freak   Freak freak the funk freak freak the funk      [Dove]   We ain't walkin on a yellow brick road   These streets stay red and bloody kid   Study your code, so you can easily pass   I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation   If you crossin my lane, nigga do the same   I guaranteed to run through and prove the game   ain't bigger than the pieces in it   You see the pieces in it had me stuck travellin one side of map   Clappin hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap   Long hauls and livin out a suitcase man   Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man   Ain't nuttin better than explorin the outskirts   especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on, and it's on      [D.V. Alias Khrist]   Hot times, runnin thru ya city   If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity   We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}   Mmmm..   Hot times, runnin thru ya city   If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity   We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}   Mmhmmhmhmmmhmhmmmmm..      [Pos + Dove going "Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh" every 2 lines]   Yo - it's like, the Mercenary gettin down   And we got, Dave Banner gettin down   And we got, Maseo gettin down   And of course, my nigga Eno gettin down   And we got, Jay Dee gettin down (say word y'all)   And of course, the Slum V gettin down   And we got my man Khrist gettin down   And we got, Com Sense gettin down   And we got, N.D. gettin down   You know Troy Hightower gettin down   And we got, C. Smith gettin down   And my nigga, Dave West gettin down..