Lyrics:
hot for we,
Tru D-O-G make it hot boy,
[Tru Dog]
I got to get this off my chest I like recess,
And I like it the best when I'm ballin',
T Braxton heat, track I burn
While you go left, I make a right turn
(I'm Hot) Def Squad no one does it better
If it gets hot take off the hot sweater
was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now
was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now
a president'll be a swat guy
That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by
A drank and some hot fries
Slowly eating me up from inside to outside
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
touch it, touch it
Make it red hot!
[Chorus:]
Wham bam - it was better than the first time
Love jam - had my fingers in the pie
Wham bam - we were
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
the mic in the clutch
'Cause it's too cold to hold, and too hot to touch
I'm like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese
You can't cut off the head
hundred years later two hot rods drag through the very same place
And a half a million people
Moved in to pick up the pace, a factory full of people
Rockin' jams, by popular demand, I'm back
I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Set you off 'til you
Scream, "Piss off, screw you"
When
watching
Hey Mr DJ, drop that track and won't you turn it up?
I'ma dance all night and I don't care who's out there watching us
Just give me that fire
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her
ain't it ain't too much stuff
It ain't don't you
It ain't too much for me to
Jam jam here comes the woman
Hot damn the big girl stands
Movin' up a hand
Last chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone
not
Dis' is why, dis is why
Dis' is why ima hot
dis' why i'm hot i dont gotta rap
i can sell a meal sayin nothin on the track
I reppresent New York i
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
wasn't a trace
A hundred and eighty years later two hot rods drag through the very same place
And a half a million people
Moved in to pick up the pace,
I'm a rare individual, young and I'm bossy
Guess it come from a rough life, cuffed at night
Lettin' off hot lead that bust from iron pipes
I'm
three, move it, whoo
Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo
I'm bout to just go lose it, uh
Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh
And now I'm
like crazy
In the fast lane, I've been shining
Trying to keep the timing on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scoping,
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock, Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down
no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how
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