| I make it hot, like DJ Jazzy Jeff
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| And Fresh Prince in the summertime
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| I make it hot like, like Nelly
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| Damn, it’s gettin' hot in here
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| I make it hot like legs
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| Stickin' to the shorts and the underwear in summertime
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| I make it hot like humans with factories and gas
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| Fillin' up the ozone layer
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| 'round here I make it hot, so excruciatingly hot
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| Everybody try to not die
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| I make it hot like humans in a room with the door closed
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| Breathin' out carbon dioxide
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| I make it hot, it’s irrefutable
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| You’d be foolish to have doubted that, that’s about a fact
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| 'cause every mornin', I wake up, I start a billion cars
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| And run 'em 'til they’re out of gas, then fill 'em up again
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| I make it hot like potato skins with bacon bits
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| I make it hot like naked chicks
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| I make it hot like nine-seven
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| I make it hot like today’s temp times infinity, with high humidity
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| You can’t get rid of me, what’s that? |
| I’m here, bitches
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| This oil this oil barrel, come here, children
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| While the oil drip, drip in the dirt
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| I make it hot like Hell, but here on Earth
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| I raise the fahrenheit and celsius, 'til it fucks with the seas
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| Like me, and then they rise
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| Like my friend, Shane’s, name, like Lil Wayne’s third album
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| (What's that?) 500 Degreez
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| I make it hot 'til it, 'til it smells like sparks
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| I make it hot 'til the ice caps melt like hearts
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| I make it hot like a five-layered dress with a corset
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| Make it hot 'til the beach is at your doorstep
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| I make it hot, like gunshots and gunwounds
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| Guns after shootin' people, ah!
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| I make it hot, like microwaves and macrowaves
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| And toaster ovens and ovens, oh shit
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| I make it hot, like, like a fourth floor apartment
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| With no AC, eighty degrees out
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| I make it hot, like my rhymes
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| But this is a song about global warming
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| I make it hot, like you walk outside
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| And you instantly start sweatin', you’re like, «Oh, damn it!»
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| I make it hot like you’re in a space shuttle
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| Lookin' for compatible replacement planets
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| I make it hot like the factory in China where they make shirts
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| I make it hot like I hate Earth
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| I make it hot like I hate my children
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| I make it hot like barrel bombs dropped on civilians
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| Out in Syria, you’re hearin' the truth (I make it hot)
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| I make it hotter than it is right here in the booth
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| With sweat drippin' to my forehead, creatin' a reservoir on my eyebrows
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| Then drippin' into my eyes and stingin' 'em
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| 'til Big Ben’s pokin' out of the water
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| The English Channel overcomin' both France and England
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| Carnival Cruises had better build another Noah’s Ark
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| 'cause I make it hot like flames risin' out the floorboards
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| World war, go outside to our designated spot
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| I make it hot like my wife on a Saturday night
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| When we got a babysitter, God damn
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| I make it hot like my laptop on my lap at the beach
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| And my feet on the blacktop, ah!
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| I make it hot like humans in cars on the highway
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| Parked, but the gas still comin' out the back, I make it hot
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| It’s an LA mornin' with the carbon risin' off of Sunset
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| Can’t tell if it’s sunrise or sunset
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| «What's the sun, Dad?» |
| That’s what my son said
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| I make it hot like everywhere I go
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| How fast I destroyed this planet, it’s a miracle
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| No icebergs left to kill DiCaprio
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| How far can a polar bear swim?
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| How far can a polar bear swim?
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| Who’s gonna drink the Coca-Cola in the Christmas commercial
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| When the polar bear’s gone extinct?
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| Who cares, I make it hot
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| Hot hot, hot hot hot, hot hot, hot
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| Hot hot, hot hot hot, it’s too hot
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| Hot (countdown, ten)
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| Smoke stacks in the sky, it was like (nine)
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| We’ve been parked in the same spot since it was (eight)
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| Drillbit hit the bedrock around (seven)
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| Frackin' tryna get to the six-six (six)
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| Make it hot like Jennifer Aniston, nine (four)
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| Everybody panic and they head for the hills
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| In (three, two, one)
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| «But you forgot about five,» no, no, five died, it was too hot
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| Sweat drippin' off his legs, sweated through his tube socks
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| «We Didn’t Start the Fire» playin' on the boombox
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| It was hot and deadly like Las Vegas for 2Pac
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| We just don’t get human breaks to the finish
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| Ay, it’s like we just don’t get it, ay, ay
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| I make it hot hot, hot hot hot, hot hot, hot
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| Hot hot, hot hot hot, hot hot, hot, hot |