Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Red Hot , by - Jurassic 5. Song from the album Feedback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Red Hot |
| Syllable slasher, insurmountable mic gasher |
| Quick to vent with intent, you can’t crash us |
| Constant link passers, styles’ll skate past ya |
| Beats that we present will make you hate like a slave master (Hardcore) |
| Heated and hot, control the venomous plots |
| We be the cream of the crop, so keep our name out your mouth |
| We’ll entertain your brain for three minutes and change |
| Ain’t it strange, your fame is three minutes and change |
| Let me finish explainin', break it down like a layman |
| All the stuff that you sayin', Ain’t it all entertainin' |
| Uhh, Yea… |
| (Red hot) molten lava |
| Too hot for toddlers |
| Too hot for you and your crew so don’t bother |
| I’m the globetrotter, party block rocker |
| Heart and show stopper, break it off proper |
| With lengths to go, Yo |
| The Jacques Cousteau with flow, and underground continental |
| With words that blow |
| The competitions straight to the door |
| We’ll rock it, Herbie Hancock it like '84, Fo' sho' |
| This jam is red hot |
| A smooth brotha, for real we buckshots like that BlackMoon fella |
| The backroom sellers makin' rap tunes illa |
| The Killa flow spilla, the Chicago thrilla named 2na |
| We come tramplin', your city and stand in |
| We movin' in tandem, your crew couldn’t phathom |
| We reppin' the fashion, no mushin' and mashin' |
| I’m through with you has beens |
| Your crew better cash in |
| This jam is red hot, when were rockin the spot |
| If you like it or not, this jam is red hoooooot |
| The vangard of art |
| Quick to put pen to the thought |
| And nice from the minute I start, huh |
| Maneuver well, I tell girls that can’t tell |
| That say since I don’t look like Maxwell |
| They think I can’t mack well |
| We them backpack boys, at your backdoor |
| They can catch a cap like a hatch door |
| Givin' the exact score |
| Forever we fight for honor yo |
| Tight since we was lable mates with Mic Geronimoooo! |
| Walking, stompin' in my big black boots |
| It be the crew J5 and we’re all in cahoots |
| (Soon) to bring it to ya live, yea that’s what you paid for |
| With skills much sharper than a Texas Chainsaw |
| Yo, pipin' hot and your mic is not |
| We steam from the pot, you wet like rain drops |
| We fire with the brimstone |
| Heat up your girls erogenous zones with electrified sparks and poems |
| This jam is red hot, when were rockin the spot |
| If you like it or not, this jam is red hoooooot |
| This jam is red hot |
| So let the ash blow |
| We relieve static with a grammatic fiasco |
| Don’t even start me |
| We rippin' up your party |
| Put us on a marque |
| We clutch without the car keys |
| This jam is red hot |
| Mind blowa, syllable Sammy Sosa |
| Dap the King’s Cobra |
| Huh, we come up to sun up thanks to NU |
| And you can say, I’m on his dick cause you are too, Come On! |
| This jam is red hot, when were rockin the spot |
| If you like it or not, this jam is red hoooooot |