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Hot Hot Hot: Eighties Top of the Charts (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Hot Hot (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Hot Hot (Buster Poindexter) · Instant Party: Hot! Hot! Hot! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Hot Hot (Arrow) · Hot! Hot! Hot! Dance Songs (Sesame Street) · Hot! Hot! Hot! Dance Songs [Koch] (Sesame Street) · Hot Hot Hot (Deelux) · The Sum of Who We Are (Framing Hanley) · Sum and Substance (The Mission UK) – and 90 other albums »


the money go up and she dance on sight
By the end of the night she on endo'
Lemme' see you make it clap on tempo
Lemme' see you get low like limbo

Ass fat,
Sum'n like a pimp, sum'n like a pimp, so I tell a bitch
Sum'n like a pimp, sum'n like a pimp, sum'n like a pimp
So I tell a bitch

Sock it to my
the corner safe and sound
No thought of him as it was done
A clean execution
A clean execution

Cool like the ocean
Burned like a summer home
Fooled by
visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot and smokin gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had
visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot and smokin' gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had
blanket and a bottle of wine
It feels something like summertime
(Sum-summer-summertime)

Feel something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot and smokin' gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had
[Verse 4] 
You knew it all along, my pussy was hot
Everytime you licked the cat, it was like a fuckin hot
Now I can't getcha to leave me alone, 
small dick
run up everyday wantin to get sum
I told them who runs the motherfucker flow and then sum
win sum... lose sum like a nightmare
I got enough shit on ma
Christmas morning, guess what I saw, 
It's Unwritten Law and Sum 41 rock it raw, 
With the message for kids sayin they should be nice 
Not naughty 'cause,
your rump
If you like the way it sounds punk
Pump it in your back trunk

And let loose with the Juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more
niggaz sinnin for another day
Damn cause this spots gittin hot
Damn cause this spots gittin hot
Shits gittin hectik bustin threw my windo
Think it was my
'll blow up on this spot 
I got a tell ya' that the place is getting hot 

[Chorus:]
Now mix it up 
Uh just mix it up 
What the sum of all the parts
the one)
Am I the one?

One by one
It's your time
Lead them both back to me
The sun has come
May your light lead them both back to me
Indivisible sum
Angels pass by me when I look into your blue eyes.
Calling down the morning sunrise.
The evening tide pulls to your blues.
To sum it you all in one,
Packin glocks and runnin from cops
most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
Gun shots like 2 blocks away
I wonda who the fuck caught a hot one today
Lucky number seven every dice I roll
Sum 41 to the power as the poon patrol

[Chorus: x4]

Well let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear
visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot and smokin' gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had
baby have sum lemonade
Umbrella drink dessert souffle
Patrone shot straight turn a nigga two-face
Hot drunk girls say they love my baby face

Uh but
on the ground
See what's around, then lock shit down like Nino Brown

I'm bound by hona and down for drama like Tony Man Tana
Y'all clowns don't wanna fuck around
been written in Braille
It seems the more that we touch, the more we learn about our failings

I'm struck speechless by the nape of your neck
But
pump 100-K packs
Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like K-mat
What part of the game's that The curse, my hot verse is flame rap
Players got
the Remy we were doing the thing

[Chorus: x2]

Now I don't know about chu 
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
them plays like that 95 madden
How you do that I call it dope boi magic

I get it nine in tha mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call
of dance in a magazine
Tried it out it's like nothing you ever seen
You sweet talk like a cop and you know it
You bought a new bag of pot, said let's make