Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hott Bizness, artist - Lyrics Born. Album song Later That Day..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.04.2018
Record label: Mobile Home
Song language: English
Hott Bizness |
Ferocious |
The most explosive, mackadocious, potentest |
Braggadocious vocalist going postal |
Toast of both coasts from Oakland to Hoboken |
Holding my cirrhosis foes with hypnosis |
I’m goin' toe-to-toe with these soldiers, totally bogus |
Smokin' on showbiz ass posers that don’t show no emotion |
Hold my folks close but hold my foes closer than coats on clothes pins |
I don’t know if you noticed |
But when I stroll in through the door |
My opponents is frozen like a yeoman on a boat that’s seen a ghost ship in the |
ocean |
Eyes bulging wide open like a goldfish |
I told him, «Homie lower your dosage» |
I go back like topaz stones or zirconium |
I go back like homeroom boners over Winona |
And I go back like envelopes with no postage |
I told y’all I can hold my own |
Now if you note it |
I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Don’t be ridiculous homie, acting belligerent talking |
You want an incident involving fisticuffs, listen up closely |
I can’t be pissed at you, though that’s only ambitious that’s talking |
Plus since we on the issue, let’s just discuss this |
You shouldn’t listen to all these critics' that pigeon hole me |
They’re constantly fishing for stories, actin' mischievous homie |
But don’t get it twisted though |
Don’t think for a minute I’m jokin' |
This is my business, I’m always biz |
Ain’t that enough to eat? |
I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Soul yodelin', overloading the court |
This audience explodin' blowin' up the auditorium |
Ignoring city ordinance, bodily parts showin' |
But it’s normal though, par for the course for Lyrics Born |
Your father’d have a cardiac arrest in his cardigan vest |
If he saw how his daughter gets when she’s partyin' just |
Like New Orleans at Mardi Gras, or Rio at Carnivale |
Y’all believe me now, it’s all of the above |
Pourin' out a little more Drakkar Noir |
For all of the funk we’ve lost in the art form |
I’m at war with y’all |
Recording artists making horrible songs |
Crack your porcelain jaw |
Now come on and sing the chorus for us |
I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe |
This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes |
This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe |
This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes |
This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe |
This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes |
This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe |
This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes |
This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe |