Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hott Bizness , by - Lyrics Born. Song from the album Later That Day..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |