Hot Damn Clipse (Ft. Ab-Liva, Pharrell Williams & Roscoe P. Coldchain)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Now they saying we too harsh!
New verses, please! C'mon!

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & (Malice)]
Hot damn! It's a new day!
Hot damn! But them boys want the (money man)
Hooooouuuuuu, hooooouuuuuu
Hooooouuuuuu (What you say, what you say)
Hot damn!

[Verse 1: Malice]
My, how the boy's grown
From roaming low-income homes to homes of his own
No catching up, he's in a whole another zone
Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of 'em, y'all stand cheer for him
Got up out the game and overcame, let's hear it for him
Keep a new toy, so I wonder how could
I not enjoy life, I'm reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
Monster truck, remind him of Tonka
Diamond F color, plush gold, still gutter
My deal is in the mils, motherfucker, and I ain't stutter
Bittersweet, my life's a musical
From holding nose to rose gold, the Lord's beautiful
Before him I'm too shamed to show my face
But shit's so mean can't help but to fall from grace, motherfucker