make it hot þarký sözü

(make it hot) x2

uh! uh! ah!

chorus
i make it hot! (how hot?) hot enough to fry
(how hot?) hotter than your front porch in july
(now that´s hot!) real hot, ´bout a hundred and two
(i make it hot) brothas won´t even stand next to you
(make it hot)

verse 1: danja mowf
it´s so hard to say goodbye, so i
take with me the memory of your good try
you could fry like grease in the skillet
i´m the heat, feel it, you got beef? kill it!
squash it, coz your girl was like, "oh my gosh!"
it´s just the mc make my spot get hot, time to wash it
do shit, coz i´m comin´ through with some new shit
who, shit, you? shit! who you talkin´ to? (shit!)
i be runnin´ through shit, bring your whole crew, shit
i get funky as??? bottom of your shooooe (shit!)
yeah yeah baby hah!
tryin´ to see my style is like tryin´ to see to panama!
nah! mo´ like, tryin´ to stop a cannon ball!
nah! mo´ like, shavin´ with a chainsaw!
nah! blahzay blah shimmy ya (what!)
i can make no sense and i can still be raw

chorus x2

verse 2: lonnie b
lonnie b and danja mowf are here to show y´all brothas straight up
(what!)
that on a scale from one to ten, y´all need to get your weight up
step and get ate up, with the cross on the fader
when it´s time to set it off, i show my ass, like jada (uh!)
(make it hot)
i rock like raider (what!), hit me on my pager
if you wanna hear the sounds of the 804 flava
brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin´ that they hate us
coz we be the super friendz movie makers (once in a while!)
i used to have trap, but keep it full of paper
but now i got a pocket full of papers, she jockin´, i´ma take her
taste her, no need to rape her
oh! i´ll have her kneeling like the center for the lakers
i´m not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a playa (what!)
unless you talkin´ ´bout a playstation or a sega
and show biz, like markie, dis and catch the vapors
peace party people, ha haa! catch you later

chorus x2

we make it hot!
(make it hot)
[erykah badu on "on & on"]: "the-the-the-the world keeps burning!"
we make it hot!
(make it hot)
"the---the---(uh!)the-the world keeps burning!" (uh-huh!)
we make it hot!
(make it hot)
"the-the-the(no question!)the-the-the world keeps burning!" (uh!)
we make it hot!
"the-the world kee-kee---keeps burn-burning!"

verse 3: danja mowf & lonnie b
i keep burning down your world
long as rappers keep being wack, i unfurl
on the track, coz i´m like a thousand pound girl
fat! doing me is like a thousand pound curl
impossible, coz i´m like a thousand pound pearl
priceless, on the mic
just bustin´ nuts like a thousand pound squirrel
i hurl, a thousand mcs in the b´rrel (what!)
and mix ´em up and drink ´em like moet, till i hurl!
rappers don´t understand, i live day to day for a battle
get you knock rock like gravel, now you layin´ on your shadow (uh-huh!)
who you? coz i´m that brotha who can do you
quicker than sistas do the butterfly when they hear buju
yeah, i used to goo-goo
now i´m that rapper tappin´ asses, like toilet water splashes when you
doo-doo
all y´all rappers out there that buck at this (uh!)
are just like blind men having sex
you don´t know who you fuckin´ with!

(hoo! i don´t even believe you sayin´ that shug!)
go ahead, coz i´m just tryin´ to make hot
(how hot?) hot enough to fry
(how hot?) hotter than your front porch in july
(now that´s hot!) real hot, ´bout a hundred and two
(i make it hot) brothas won´t even stand next to you

chorus

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