When You'Re Hot You'Re Hot - Lyrics - Jerry Reed

Title: When You'Re Hot You'Re Hot
Artist: Jerry Reed
Composer(s): Jerry Hubbard

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Lyric:
Well, now me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
And I kept rollin' them sevens, winnin' all them pots

My luck was so good, I could do no wrong
I just kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones
And finally they just threw up their hands and said
"When you hot, you hot", I said, "Yeah"

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
Put all the money in an' let's roll 'em again
When you're hot, you're hot
La la la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot

Well, now every time I rolled them dice I'd win
And I was just gettin' ready to roll 'em again
When I heard somethin' behind me
I turned around and there was a big old cop

He said "Hello, boys", and then he gave us a grin an' said
"Look like I'm gonna hafta haul you all in
An' keep all that money for evidence"
I said, "Well, son when you hot, you hot", he said, "Yeah"

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
You can 'splain it all down at City Hall
I say, yeah, when you're hot, you're hot
La la la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot

Well, when he took us in to court, I couldn't believe my eyes
The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized
I said, "Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal
I'll pay ya that hundred I owe ya, if you'll get me outta this spot"

So he gave my friends a little fine to pay
He turned around an' grinned at me an' said
"Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot"
An' I said, "Thanks a lot"

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
He let my friends go free and throwed the book at me
He said, "Well, when you're hot, you're hot"

I said, "Well, I'll tell ya one thing, judge, old buddy, old pal
If you wasn't wearin' that black robe
I'd take out in back of this courthouse
And I'd try a little bit of your honor on"

"You understand that, you hillbilly?
Who gonna collect my welfare?
Pay for my Cadillac?
Whadda you mean 'Contempt of Court'?
Judge, oh, judge, judgie poo"

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Hot - Lyrics - Bridging The Gap - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Hot
Album: Bridging The Gap
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Will Adams, Allan Apll Pineda

Lyric:
It's so amazing when a show is captivatin'
Gettin' everybody jumpin' and celebratin'
Only one's own musically be overlayin'
Connecting energy circulatin' inspiration

Together movin' in a synchronized formation
And if you're feelin' down, this is survival from depression
You see the lesson is we're rhymin' for our mission
Abolish circumstance transmitting from a piston

Taking what I can but keeping peace in moderation
Ap is like an eagle with the alligator patience
Ready to attack any mic that I am facin'
No limitation where I'm takin' my creation 'cuz

We got, we got, we got it like that
We got, we got, we got it like that
We got, we got, we got it like that
We got, we got, we got it like that

You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot, c'mon stop, hot, hot, hot, c'mon now
You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot, ooh wee, hot, hot, hot, c'mon now

I'm more than ready to slice like machete
Leave ya like confetti, break hearts like Tom Petty
Are you ready? 'Cuz I am every metaphor
You are nearly ready for, the media predator

'Cuz I'll bust in your session and kick my own raps, yes
Grab the microphone and show you where the forms at here
Tell your girl adapts 'cuz the rhyme contact
And she easily attracted to it just like that

It's like this 'cuz the way we capitvatin'
We put her in a situation where she debatin'
If she gonna up and jump and leave her mate and
Go promote for us down at the radio station

She likes the, she really likes the music we be makin'
She likes the, she wants to be down when we creatin'
She likes the, she likes the way the vibe's vibratin'
Yo, yo, she likes the way the vibes y'all ratin'

You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot , c'mon stop, hot, hot, hot, c'mon now
You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot, ooh wee, hot, hot, hot, c'mon now

We got, we got, we got, it like that
We got, we got, we got, it like that
We got, we got, we got, it like that
We got, we got, we got, it like that

We got, we got, we got it like that
'Cuz we got, we got, got it like that
We got, we got, we got it like that
We got got, we got it like that

1, 2, 3 Taboo is on the set
It's the family clique Broshiggez, aw shit
Boy don't fret everything's aight
We gonna fall on up when Luis in flight

Yo, fuck the rhyme tryin' we on poetic control
Nevermind the behind and step ahead of your soul
And move on to the next with the words we bless
'Cuz Black Eyed Peas is comin' hotter than sex

We're writin', rhymin', makin' the beats
Okay, hip-hop blazers bringin' the heat
Motivate cut cut and scratch the groove
Elevate then make them powerful moves

How amazin' is it?
It's so amazin' the blind be gazin'
Even got deaf people listenin' and sayin', keep on
And ya don't stop, we got the music that makes your body hot

You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot, c'mon now, hot, hot, hot, ohh wee
You're so amazin', you are so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot, c'mon now, hot, hot, hot, y'all need to quit

You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot, c'mon now, hot, hot, hot, c'mon now
You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot, it's time to go, hot, hot, hot, it's time to go

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Don'T Think I'M Not - Lyrics - Hey Kandi - Kandi

Title: Don'T Think I'M Not
Album: Hey Kandi
Artist: Kandi
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Katrina Willis, Kandi Burruss, Gary Smith

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Lyric:
Now, I don't have to question
Where you were last night
'Cause I already know what you will say
I already know you'll lie

But I can't be mad at ya
'Cause there's something that you don't know
That when you're gone I do my own thing
And I catch a bone while you're dogging me

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When I try to get your attention
You ignore me everytime
You were so caught up doing your dirt
That you didn't notice mine

Well, I couldn't put up with your scheming
And I couldn't put up with your lies
They say two wrongs won't make it right
But it's suiting me just fine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not, 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

Don't be surprised to know that sometimes women play the field
You may not believe it but it's real
The game is so real, so real, so real
Oh, don't think we won't do it, when you're out in the club

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

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Don'T Think I'M Not - Lyrics - Various Artists

Title: Don'T Think I'M Not
Artist: Various Artists
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Katrina Willis, Kandi Burruss, Gary Smith

Lyric:
Now, I don't have to question
Where you were last night
'Cause I already know what you will say
I already know you'll lie

But I can't be mad at ya
'Cause there's something that you don't know
That when you're gone I do my own thing
And I catch a bone while you're dogging me

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When I try to get your attention
You ignore me everytime
You were so caught up doing your dirt
That you didn't notice mine

Well, I couldn't put up with your scheming
And I couldn't put up with your lies
They say two wrongs won't make it right
But it's suiting me just fine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not, 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

Don't be surprised to know that sometimes women play the field
You may not believe it but it's real
The game is so real, so real, so real
Oh, don't think we won't do it, when you're out in the club

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

When you're out in the club, don't think I'm not
Even when you're out making love, don't think I'm not
When you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot, don't stop
Just don't think I'm not 'cause I'm out getting mine

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Hot - Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Title: Hot
Album: The Sneak Attack
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

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Lyric:
Yeah, who will be standing when the smoke clears?
(KRS-One)
Word up, what's up with this? We're coming through
Boogie Down style, kid, what's up?
This is KRS-One, the light at the end of the tunnel

Yo, they not hot, all they do is talk a lot
That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?
That's hot, not 'cause you're friends with the cops
That's not hot, a real MC you're not

I'm hot, been hot, repeatedly heated
Don't call the teacher, hah, you best be seated
You got these kids gazed up like you own the inventory
Fake muthafuckas ain't tellin' the whole story

Tell 'em how you borrow from everyone you knew
And now that you're on top, they can't borrow from you
That's not hot, tell 'em how you love bein' pop
'Cause you was so broke before sleepin' cold on a cot

You don't rock, you grab money
Your crocks rock the spot and you grab them honeys
It's about to get ugly
I don't even go to these bullshit kiddie-ass clubs

You wanna be a thug? Let's thug
First of all, soldiers speak to soldiers
Captains speak to captains
Lieutenant, lieutenant, cool?

But your first mistake is, he's steppin' to me, rookie
Like you a O.G. and you just a run-up, fool
Who really got these streets on lock?
Whose name really holds high respect on the block?

Who opened up these clubs and taught you how to mix?
Who opened up these thugs from Compton to the Bricks?
I don't even sound like the rest of you kiddies
I study the ways of God, you studyin' titties

And ass, I pity your class
'Cause you come out with a blast
But you're trash, so you really don't last

They not hot, all they do is talk a lot
That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?
That's hot, not cause you're friends with the cops
That's not hot, a real MC you're not

They not hot, all they do is talk a lot
That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?
That's hot, not 'cause you're friends with the cops
That's not hot, a real MC you're not

This is hotter than heat, too deep, I'm on top of the streets
You weak, you ain't really rockin' these beats
You [unverified], you dress straight, eat straight
But you're a slave and yo, you can't come up in a heat tank

God we thank, we watch what we sell
You better hope these Christians are wrong 'cause you goin' to hell
Think about that when you're spittin' your raps
And you call out KRS, I'll put you flat on your back

You're not hot, all you do is talk a lot
That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?
That's hot, not cause you're friends with the cops
That's not hot, a real MC you're not

What's hot?
(KRS-One)
That's hot, what's hot?
(KRS-One)

That's hot, who's hot?
(KRS-One)
That's hot, where's your respect on the block?
(KRS-One need to be runnin' for office)
(So Butta-Pican Rican, tell 'em to get off it)

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Hot Thing - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Hot Thing
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Gregg Diamond, Talib Kweli Greene, Johnny Guitar Watson, William Adams

Lyric:
Yeah, special dedication
I'm sending this one out to you
And you and you and you
I said to you and you and you

She cold blooded, I love how we meltin' the ice
She like the sunshine of my life
'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing

Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at night
So bright that you blindin' my sight
'Cuz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing

Word, somebody like a flick, it got surprisin' twists
I write the script, the main character, your thighs and hips
Award for best supportin' role go to your eyes and lips
The way you move your body got 'em stiff like a hieroglyph

I watched you dance across the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song, write a book, write a play, make a movie

Hey, hey, hey, hey, special dedication

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Yo, I love your country ass, I love your city sass
I love how your normal ways, you catch so pretty fast
These dudes are pretty crass, harass you in your past
I love how you snap back and get the last laugh

I love the way your crib smell like Votivo candle incense
The white voice you use on the phone when you handle business
I love it when you freaky, I love when you a lady
Rockin' door knockers from the late 80s, raisin' babies

I love her, God bless you, your body somethin' special
I love to play connect the dots with your facial freckles
No need for fashion policin' because I love your style
Whatever happen to Shanice, baby, 'I Love Your Smile?

I might be fallin' in love, should I let her know?
A pimp told me if I love her, I should let her go
I sing her praises every time they play this instrumental
'Coz she instrumental to my life, to my life, to my life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, special dedication

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

I love how we meltin' the ice
You like the sunshine of my life
'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing

Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at night
So bright that you blinding my sight
'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing

Word, lemme take you by the hand
You need to tell your man, don't fight it, damn
Have you groupied out like excited fans
I promise you'll be climbin' walls like Spider-Man
Knees bucklin', you'll hit the floor when you try to stand up

So you drop it like it's hot, oh so heavy
You and me, we can leave now, we can go steady
How about we be jetty because I'm so ready
To bounce like a '64 Chevy, word

Hey, hey, hey, hey, special dedication

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it

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Hot Hot Hot - Lyrics - Phenomenon - Ll Cool J

Title: Hot Hot Hot
Album: Phenomenon
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Steven Stanley, Sean Combs, Tina Weymouth, D Angelettie, F Christopher, Ronald A Lawrence, Chris Frantz, J.T. Smith

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Lyric:
I was swervin' thru Queens fully grown Benz
Searchin' for the butta through my Cartier lense system
Bangin' out nothin' but the blends on the digital startec
Rappin' to my mens
Then spotted the most exotic cheekiness half Rachel half Holly
My [Incompherensible] is
The slow mo crept up nice and slow
Breathin' on my ice so it shine real nice
Crease my scar piece laid back in my seat
Right near Bazely projects on the back streets
Her name was Keisha full of street knowledge
Pumped a little trees but she planned to go to college
Starin' at my ice smellin' my cologne
She lived on the southside so bring things on
Honey got flavor and it just don't stop
Does she want me for me or me for my rocks?

You're car make me hot hot hot
You just make me just hot hot hot
I like you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'm a take you for all you've got
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Check this out

She slid up my whip like the Queen of New York
We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk
Sourced up my keys to the valet cat
I glanced at the fatty I'm a see about that
We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde Scooby Dooby hizza
I'm feelin' the vibe cop the blue for some video type
Knowin' all along how hot these kind of nights get
I've got her right where I want her reality about to creep up on her
Stroke her softly gently with my G while the light reflects off my ICP
Waiter ice the crystal let it simmer
Lights too bright here's a grand make them dimmer
I kept frontin' and I just couldn't stop
I don't mind spendin' paper when it's lookin' that hot

You're car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me just hot hot hot
I like you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'll take you for all you've got
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Check yourself

You burst out of semi [Incomprehensible]
she pulled down the straps to her dress
Reached in the Prada sparked up bangin'
Some Wu Tang feelin' the [Incomprehenisble]
She said "Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips
And give up girl to push whips?"
Never miss some spiritual down to my bone
Why you takin' jumbo in that zone
She said "I would do anything for [Incomprehensible]
Take off my [Incomprehensible] drop to my knees
Talkin' in my face breath smellin' like cheese
I asked her, "Shorty you degrade yourself"
Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf you turnin' me off I can't lie
Keisha said, "Why?"
I said, "Yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid"
Then he correct that ice is the price for an overnight wife
A true shark caller don't want that in his life
So all you that are sellin' you're souls
You need to put your hooker vibes on hold
As for Keisha she workin' on the stroll
Dead ass broke but her pimp the man grow

You're car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I like you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'm a take you for all you've got
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Check yourself

You're car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I like you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'm a take you for all you've got
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Check yourself

You're car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I like you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot

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Hot And Wet - Lyrics - Hot & Wet - 112

Title: Hot And Wet
Album: Hot & Wet
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Quinnes Parker, Michael Keith, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan, Marvin E Scandrick, Daron Tavaris Jones

Lyric:
I wanna show you how I feel, don't hold back, here's my love
Baby, you're the one for me
I wanna know, how can we get down tonight?
No more game, let's spend some time
Baby, won't you give it to me? Just give it to me, baby

You don't know what you do to me the way you touch, baby
Girl, I'm tired of playin' games, are you ready?
I love it when you're on top of it, so spread it
Won't you just give it to me? Girl, we can do it

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Baby, now it's gettin' late, don't stop now, I can't wait
To show you belong to me
Know how I like it, take your time, close your eyes
Let me show you what real love should be
Girl, you don't know, baby

You don't know what you do to me the way you touch, baby
Girl, I'm tired of playin' games, are you ready?
I love it when you're on top of it, so spread it
Won't you just give it to me? Girl, we can do it

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Hot & wet
Girl, you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Now baby, you don't work if you work it tweak it, twork it
I feel like your every imperfection is perfect
Luda, yea, what you heard is true
I'll make you do things you ain't even know you can do

Got 'em weak in the knees 'cuz my back is strong
And you wonder why your girls wanna tag along
'Cuz them birds are jealous my words are embellish
Plus they heard I kiss every curve and crevice

I'm too hot to handle, I rock your mantle
When I play 112 and light 16 candles
Deep sea fishin' in your favorite position
Every time you moan I pay close attention

Flip 'em like a pancake show me somethin'
Or we can bring in your vibratin' tongue ring
Let's mountain climb 'til we reach the peak
The technique will make you sweat
But don't sweat the technique

Hot & wet
Girl, you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Hot & wet
Girl, you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

I'm gonna keep you hot & wet
Girl, I'm gonna make you sweat
Can get more close to me
And I love it when you're all over me

I'm gonna just [Incomprehensible]
Touch it, love it, freak it all night
I'm givin' it all to you
[Incomprehensible] gotta keep it

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

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Hot &Amp; Wet (Remix) - Lyrics - Hot & Wet - 112

Title: Hot &Amp; Wet (Remix)
Album: Hot & Wet
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Quinnes Parker, Michael Keith, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan, Marvin E Scandrick, Daron Tavaris Jones

Lyric:
I wanna show you how I feel, don't hold back, here's my love
Baby, you're the one for me
I wanna know, how can we get down tonight?
No more game, let's spend some time
Baby, won't you give it to me? Just give it to me, baby

You don't know what you do to me the way you touch, baby
Girl, I'm tired of playin' games, are you ready?
I love it when you're on top of it, so spread it
Won't you just give it to me? Girl, we can do it

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Baby, now it's gettin' late, don't stop now, I can't wait
To show you belong to me
Know how I like it, take your time, close your eyes
Let me show you what real love should be
Girl, you don't know, baby

You don't know what you do to me the way you touch, baby
Girl, I'm tired of playin' games, are you ready?
I love it when you're on top of it, so spread it
Won't you just give it to me? Girl, we can do it

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Hot & wet
Girl, you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Now baby, you don't work if you work it tweak it, twork it
I feel like your every imperfection is perfect
Luda, yea, what you heard is true
I'll make you do things you ain't even know you can do

Got 'em weak in the knees 'cuz my back is strong
And you wonder why your girls wanna tag along
'Cuz them birds are jealous my words are embellish
Plus they heard I kiss every curve and crevice

I'm too hot to handle, I rock your mantle
When I play 112 and light 16 candles
Deep sea fishin' in your favorite position
Every time you moan I pay close attention

Flip 'em like a pancake show me somethin'
Or we can bring in your vibratin' tongue ring
Let's mountain climb 'til we reach the peak
The technique will make you sweat
But don't sweat the technique

Hot & wet
Girl, you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Hot & wet
Girl, you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

I'm gonna keep you hot & wet
Girl, I'm gonna make you sweat
Can get more close to me
And I love it when you're all over me

I'm gonna just [Incomprehensible]
Touch it, love it, freak it all night
I'm givin' it all to you
[Incomprehensible] gotta keep it

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

Hot & wet
Girl you make me wanna sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl, you know I wanna give it to you

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Beautiful When You'Re Mad - Lyrics - Out Of Your Mouth

Title: Beautiful When You'Re Mad
Artist: Out Of Your Mouth
Composer(s): Gavin Brown, Jason Darr

Lyric:
Who said masochist?
Nothing with a closed fist
Just a little damage with the tongue
Kinky little dark side
Play a little hard to like

Just try to have a little fun
Stickin' it in stickin' it out motherfucker
Are you shittin' in your own back yard?
Why do I like it so hard?

You're beautiful when you're mad at me
I piss you off so I can see
The crazy way you yell and scream
You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me

Who said masochist?
Nothing with a closed fist
Just a little damage with the tongue
Kinky little dark side
Play a little hard to like

Just try to have a little fun
Stickin' it in stickin' it out motherfucker
Are you shittin' in your own back yard?
Why do I like it so hard?

What you want?
Don't come from me
What I expect is not reality
'Cause I am sick and honest

You may be hot, but you're jumping up
And down with a bitter little frown
And I am gonna turn you inside out

You're beautiful when you're mad at me
I piss you off so I can see
The crazy way you yell and scream
You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me

You're beautiful when you're mad
You're beautiful when you're mad at me
You're beautiful when you're mad
You're beautiful when you're mad at me

You're beautiful when you're mad at me
I piss you off so I can see
The crazy way you yell and scream
You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me

You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me
You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me

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Bad Girl - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Bad Girl
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Well, mi gal dem look hot in a, hot in a
Hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

Well, de amount a girls me have dem
A wonder if me a father Abraham
Girls from Los Angeles and Maryland
Say a me dem want fi plough dem hairy land

Them crown me king de one and only doctor Beenie Man
Dem block de road when me a pass through up a Chapleton
Kidnap me when me do show over Washington
Dem raffle and dem gamble all dem money pawn
Then Stacey Ann she drink bout 10 bottle a Appleton

Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love, then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

Dat gal de look hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

Woman a you man a swarm down pon
And man wan use tongue pon
Man a gaze off a ya body run off a road over junstion
See yuhin a yuh casual ask which flight you come pon
Give you a invitation fi come a big time function

Say dem a drugs man, man a say dem a Oil Suntan
How much dem related to Michael Jordan and Bill Clinton
Girls you ain't no fool, you ain't ol' country bunker
No have fi use no bleaching cream
You no have fi take no sun tan
You know own 95 every car come come drive pon
Nuh Greyhound, nuh Amtrak, weh every man come come jump on

Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love, then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

She's a bad girl
You think you're dancing but you're yearning
She's a bad girl
You'll see in the morning

Dat gal ya look hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

De girl dem full a charm and intellect
Ambition and etiquette
You me can have fi get
Gal love kill me, kill off de jet
From out of me double AA
Like some 90 minutes cassette

No silicon, no in a ya breast
No stretch mark, no de pon ya chest
You live in a palace
Some gal live in a forest You a get caress
Some gal a get harass
Some gal a link up wit old man Morris
Gal dem weh fi flop yuh show she no born yet

Gal ya hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when ya pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when ya pose
Zagga zow, zagga zow

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

She's a bad girl
You think you're dancing but you're yearning
She's a bad girl
You'll see in the morning

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Too Hot - Lyrics - Alanis - Alanis Morissette

Title: Too Hot
Album: Alanis
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Leslie Howe, Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
Always too hot never too cold
You make your best shot too hot to hold
Never too young, never too old
You gotta go for gold

I don't know what you're gonna do with this
Check this out

Hey boy you wanted all or nothin'
Lose the apprehension baby
And go with the flow 'cause you know you've got to stand up
If you want the answers
You need to blast 'em straight up baby
So say what you mean and you mean to say now

Hey you don't have to go and prove it
You just go ahead and do it
Your time is for the takin', makin'
The best of what you got now

Always too hot never too cold
You make your best shot too hot to hold
Never too young, never too old
You gotta go for gold

Don't care what they say about ya
You never throw a hero party
For those who oppose who you chose to be now
Maybe you could feel the power
It's like a bomb inside your head that blows
If you're slow when you go to use it

You, you gotta show them that you mean it
Just go ahead and scream it
And show them what they're missin' listen
To what your heart could tell ya

Always too hot never too cold
You make your best shot too hot to hold
Never too young, never too old
You gotta go for gold, and you'll make it baby

Always too hot never too cold
You make your best shot too hot to hold
Never too young and never too old
You gotta go for gold and you'll make it baby
Gold and when you're there you gotta

Throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
(Okay party people in the house, get on it)
Reachin' teachin' practice what you're preachin'

Throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
(Okay party people in the house, with action, action)
Movin' provin' everything you're doin'

Always too hot never too cold
You make your best shot too hot to hold
Never too young and never too old
You gotta go for gold

You, you don't have to go and prove it
You just go ahead and do it
Your time is for the takin', makin'
The best of what you got now

Always too hot, never too cold
Give your best shot
Go with the flow 'cause you know you've got to

Always too hot never too cold
You make your best shot too hot to hold
Never too young, never too old
You gotta go for gold and you'll make it baby

Always too hot never too cold
You make your best shot too hot to hold
Never too young, never too old
You gotta go for gold and you'll make it baby

Always too hot
Take your best shot
Go with the flow 'cause you know you've got to

Always too hot
Take your best shot
Go with the flow 'cause you know you've got to

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Shut The Eff Up! - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Shut The Eff Up!
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Kirk Robinson, Lana Moorer, Nathaniel V Robinson Jr.

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Lyric:
I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice, too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty

Gon' be some shit
Hot damn hoe
Gon' be some shit
Hot damn hoe
Gon' be some shit
Hot damn hoe
Hot damn hoe
Gon' be some shit
Hot damn

Before this jam starts, I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got straight to 80%?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
The party's not over, it's just beginnin'
Because Lyte is winning, what are you winning?
Any battle in any competition

'The Gangstress' ha, you're on a wack journey
Hoe headed for nowhere, with time to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you don't have
So, I sit back and relax, 'cause it makes me laugh
I could diss, call you names and make fun of you

Hoe but me the Lyte, I'm into speakin' the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin', perfect timin'
Milk keeps the beat, I keep the beat
With the tap of his feet, with the tap of my feet
When he count it down
When I count it down, 6, 7, 8, Lyte'll start the debate

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should really ask
?Where is the father of your child, aren't we wild??
You get around like a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad, bodily vibrations?
Don't make me laugh, weight watchers is waiting
Here's a free pass, you ain't gettin' loose, you fuckin' jerk
And you ain't gettin' paid, you're just gettin' laid

Sexin' and suckin', yeah, that is your trade
Put on this earth just to distract me
Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding
Tell me, why must I keep reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte shine
Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

Your mold is fake, Crayola, crayon
Don't dare to sleep or even prey on
The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are made to last long
Let me wise you up, rappin' isn't a sport

You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might
As well hold your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge

Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb
So roll correctly if you decide to come
MC sucker, this is what you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war
Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC
Did not you know that I am crazy?

My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any
But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many
Like I said and will have to say
Over and over, 'cause you disobey
Here on this earth, I reign superior
One of these days, I will have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb
'Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paper thin

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen
You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin'
Now it is my duty, to all MC's
To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please
Now I was quite polite, nice I may add
But you insist on stayin', that makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
You ain't really down, you wig-wearin' clown
Burrowin' money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic
I ask you, do you know who you're fuckin' with
With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips?

I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin' you no slack
Unfinished business, that shit was wack
So Lyte made no attempt to strike back
But here we go again, what is Light's Out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a chat about?
Let me say next time that you feel pissed
I suggest that you don't try to diss

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

You better watch what you say to me, 'cause I can get evil
The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable
In 10%, I popped your head in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you better behave
Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin' toasted
Better yet an oven, because you're gettin' roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some wack crack real wack crack
Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin' back
But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin' this show
So yo, hoe, I think you oughta go
Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it
But remember, you forced me to do it

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

Yo, now you know
And no one's have to battle
Slime

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What It Ain'T - Lyrics - Dirty South Classics - Goodie Mob

Title: What It Ain'T
Album: Dirty South Classics
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Willie Knighton, Lisa Lopes, Robert Barnett, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp

Lyric:
Now T L C will challenge Goodie MoB
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say, "What it is"
You scream, "What it ain't"

That is all, get it
1999, yeah, TLC
The Goodie MoB
The M O B
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y 2 G

What you wanna do wit it?
What it is, what it ain't
What
Either you bring it
We gon' bring it
Or you can't

Sometimes it gets kinda messy out there
Sometimes
But we get by one day at a time
What you wanna do wit' it?

I still go eat at Waffle House after 112 when I go out
Where do you hang or do you slang
Or wear a chain or platinum rings?
I still maintain my ghetto side

I keep my pride, get on my ride, 20 inch rims
I sport a brim, hang with my girls
Go to the mall around the world and keep your change
The finest things will still remain so ooh

Don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me or hang out where I do

Don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough for no tour
To come upon a girl like me
And that's not a possibility

She's a built plastic girl I'm a big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors funding their clothes and rolls
I sit on the porch sip some and pose

I like the 9 when you're humpin' hot ho's
I do sweets while you preferred the lows
Tonight I'm choose 'cuz ya already chose
It's grown folk business and I'll run the floor

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

Shit my baby is still ghetto like hot fries
I come from lovin' niggas and give 20/20 with his bloodshot eyes
Got turned into gold went from two O's to thirty two lows
Which is enough to buy a Rolls ain't but nobody knows

I stay in my place, keep my diamonds out of your face
You wanna be with this player got to play at my pace
I'm slum but I can still cum over there where you're from
If you want some bullshit you better buy you some

Don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me or hang out where I do

Don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough for no tour
To come upon a girl like me
And that's not a possibility

Shorty where your booty? Shorty
Shorty where your gold teeth?
Shorty where your long nails?
Shorty where your fake hair?

Shorty got the attitude
All up in the news
To represent the 90's girl
You the oldies too

I got your back you got the front
It's time we pull it off in the woods with the bump on them dubs
Ain't no scrubs don't conceal I'm a ghetto millionaire
Can you see me gettin' it clear?
I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm supposed to baby

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

What it is
What it ain't
What it is
What it ain't
What it is
What it ain't

What don't, don't be suffocatin' my pockets
While I'm resuscitatin' these topics like
Bring your G's, where your loot?
You're lookin' real dumb when you get the boot

What it is my road to me
Come from some of the hardest of streets
Me custom navigate to the club
With some of the hardest of beats

What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through
'Cuz I'ma keep doin' all the things that I gots to do
Damn it I'll put your ass to work
Comb your nappy head till it hurts

Where them saints stop these are the ropes
Take your wealth up the street or you might hurt your throat
You know you're ghetto when you don't show up in court
For not payin' your child support or you too bullshit for me
You act like you're too good to eat

At Church's, Popeye's, and Hartz I shop at Walter's Bright Creek
In the mall where it's steep and deep I hang out in Bank Head
You prefer buck head your favorite color is hot pink
I love that thing

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money

What it is
What it ain't
What it is
What it ain't
What it is
What it ain't
...

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Ooh Ahh - Lyrics - Danity Kane - Danity Kane

Title: Ooh Ahh
Album: Danity Kane
Artist: Danity Kane
Composer(s): Ryan Leslie

Lyric:
Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

Hush for a minute, touch for a minute
Move for a minute, just the minute
Hot in the middle, dance for a little
Kiss for a little, just a little

Ooh when I need it I can't get enough
When you give it want you more and more
It's somethin' that you do
I can't take it when you

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

Meant when I said it you're gonna get it
Love when we did it, wrapped up in it
Holdin' me steady, hooked and I'm ready
Breathe and it's heavy, come and get me

Ooh when I need it I can't get enough
When you give it want you more and more
It's somethin' that you do
I can't take it when you

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

When I ever need you you're right on time
Right on time
You make me say ooh ahh, ooh ahh
Take up all my pain, my mind
You make me say ooh ahh, ooh ahh
Ooh, I can't take it when you put your love on me

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
You make me say ooh when you're touchin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
You make me say ooh ahh ooh ahh

Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me
Can't take it when you put your lovin' on me
Don't know what to do when you give it to me

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This Is Why I'M Hot [Remix] - Lyrics - Mims

Title: This Is Why I'M Hot [Remix]
Artist: Mims
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Jonathan H Smith, Curtis Lundy, Charles Kente Williams, Shawn Maurice Mims, Thomas Earl Simons, Joseph Ward Simmons, Albert Johnson, Danny Schofield, Leon Haywood, Darryl Matthew Mcdaniels, Earl T Stevens, Winston Carl Thom Thomas

Lyric:
This is why I?m hot
This is why I?m hot
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

This is why I?m hot
This is why I?m hot
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

I?m hot coz I?m fly
You ain?t coz you?re not
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

I?m hot coz I?m fly
You ain?t coz you?re not
(Mims)
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

This is why I?m hot
I don't gotta rap
I can sell a mill
Sayin' nothing on the track

I represent New York
I got it on my back
And they can say that we lost it
So I?mma bring it back

I love the dirty dirty
Coz they show me love
The ladies start to bounce
As soon as I hit the club

But in the Midwest
They love to take it slow
So when I hit the
I watch 'em get it on the floor

And if you needed hyphy
I take it to the Bay
Frisco to Sac-town
They do it eryday

Coppin' to Hollywood
As soon as I hit LA
I?m in that low low
I do it the Cali way

And when I hit the Chi
People say that I?m fly
They love the way I dress
They like my, they like my, attire

The love how I move crowds
From side to side
They ask me how I do it
And simply I reply

This is why I?m hot
This is why I?m hot
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

This is why I?m hot
This is why I?m hot
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

I?m hot coz I?m fly
You ain?t coz you?re not
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

I?m hot coz I?m fly
You ain?t coz you?re not
(Mims)
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

This is why I?m hot
Catch me on the block
Every other day
Another girl another drop

16 bars
24 a pop
40 for a song
You can gimme what you got

I?m in there driving cars
I push them off the lot
I?m into shutting stores down
Just so I can shop

If you need a bird
I could get it chopped
Tell me what you need
You know I get ?em by the flock

I call my homie black
Meet me on the ave
I hit Wash Heights
With the money in the bag

We into big spinners
See my pimping never dragged
Find me with different women
That you ****ers never had

For those who say they know me
Know I?m focused on my cream
Playa you come between
You?d better focus on the beam

I keep it so feen
The way you see me lean
And when I say I?m hot
My ****er this is what I mean

This is why I?m hot
This is why I?m hot
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

This is why I?m hot
This is why I?m hot
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

I?m hot coz I?m fly
You ain?t coz you?re not
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

I?m hot coz I?m fly
You ain?t coz you?re not
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

This is why I?m hot
Shorty see the drop
Ask me what I paid
And I say, yeah I paid a guap

And then I hit the switch
That take away the top
So chicks around the way
They call me cream of the crop

They hop in the car
I tell them all aboard
We hit the studio
They say they like the way I record

I gave you black train
And I did you wrong
So every time I see them
Man they tell me that?s their song

They say I?m the bomb
They love the way the charm
Hanging from the neck
Then compliments the arm

Which compliments the ear
Then comes the gear
So when I hit the room
The shorties stop and stare

Start to hate
Rearrange their face
Little do they know
I keep them things by waistside

I reply
Nobody gotta die
Similar to Lil' Weez
'Coz I got the fire

This is why I?m hot
This is why I?m hot
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

This is why I?m hot
This is why I?m hot
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

I?m hot coz I?m fly
You ain?t coz you?re not
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

I?m hot coz I?m fly
You ain?t coz you?re not
This is why
This is why
This is why I?m hot

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