Lyrics:
[Bridge:]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Let me holla' at the d.j.
Come on d.j. put
I got a fine little mama
She really's on the ball
I got a fine little mama
She really's on the ball
She is a red hot mama
And she ain't but five feet
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale, hey
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Oh, she got 'em for sale
I got a girl, say she
Why was I attracted to you
Tell me what man wouldn't be attracted to you, you
What could you do no other woman could do
I didn't know until I
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue,
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
I got a girl, she's long
And she was hot, in a 50's dress
She was hot, her lips were flashing red
I was lost, in her burning flesh
I was hot, I was dripping sweat
She was hot
hot
And I melted when I felt it
Turn it up, she got me burnin up I can't help it
Hot hot
He-y baby drive me crazy baby
We could skip the club go
take the rebound just like lightning
And she was hot, in a 50's dress
She was hot, her lips were flashing red
I was lost, in her burning flesh
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a girl, say she long
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a girl, say she long
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!
Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!
Red's my
[Chorus]
Red hot, red hot
Baby you're red hot, red hot
I need your love
Like a flame needs a fire
Whoa-ho-whoa-ho
Red hot, red hot
Your love is red
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Let me holla' at the d.j.
Come on d.j. put that record
Hot barbecue today!
Hot barbecue!
Hot barbecue!
Hot barbecue!
Hot barbecue!
Hot barbecue!
Snoop
Snoop
When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at you
(echoes)...
Will:
Big Will for the Y2K, ugh
Verse One:
Feel the Earth tremble, see the skies turn red
Eclipses, shooting stars, turn ya head
Volcanoes
you doin', baby, come on over tonight
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We'll have the joint jumpin'
We'll be doin', doin', doin, alright
Red hot and blue love
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue,
Snoop
Snoop
When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at you
think you're bad?"
"Why don't you come out yourself" (too hot, too hot)
These boys are calling for a fight, fighting tonight, they don't lie
It's too
Hot with you
I wanna get hot with you
Get you underneath the cream and ooh
Get you doing things you thought you'd never do
Make you suck your
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