Make It Hot Lyrics

Make It Hot lyrics

(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

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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 f**kin` 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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