Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot , by - The Beatnuts. Song from the album Milk Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.08.2004
Record label: Rykodisc
Song language: English
Hot |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot |
| Big Ju, nigga, the host with the Moses |
| Find a nigga up with the dough, with the toasters |
| Hoes say I keep it up like posters |
| Slap the first nigga that plays me the closest |
| Still drunk, still grabbing cloches |
| Dark and sneaky like the rats and the roaches |
| Careful in the way you cats approach us |
| 'Cause playa, you more out of shape than the coach is |
| Junkyard nigga, collect yourself |
| You’re letting that persona effect yourself |
| That’s not enough armor to protect yourself |
| If we catch you coming through the projects of Delph |
| So be smart, duke and spread the wealth |
| We’ve got cannons here, looking for a head to melt |
| Hit you with 8 shots 'for the first one’s felt |
| That’s how we do it around here situation dealt |
| It’s the Indiana Jones, funky stone city, cabrones |
| Names ring like cellular phones |
| Look back, fall back, catch a heart attack |
| 'Cause there ain’t nothing in the world, the nuts will ever lack |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot |
| I ain’t got time to be playin' games with the same jokers |
| This wine don’t stop, baby I stay focused |
| You’re whole gangsta’s bogus |
| Your the type to draw a weapon, just to draw attention |
| I pull your heart out, and leave you with your chest flaming |
| With no special effects by Wes Craven |
| This Psych Les reigning, tech and the mack spraying |
| Duck, before you be on your back laying |
| Know I’m saying? |
| You asked for war |
| I’ma take my gloves off and smack your jaw |
| I just got back from tour, niggas running their mouth |
| Like their gurillas took the guns in their mouth |
| Now their not killas they not mad at me |
| Now they just screaming, «Don't kill me, I have a family» |
| It’s big psych I push it down like gravity |
| And bring the pain to your brain like a cavity |
| It’s the Indiana Jones, funky stone city, cabrones |
| Names ring like cellular phones |
| Look back, fall back, catch a heart attack |
| 'Cause there ain’t nothing in the world, the nuts will ever lack |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot |
| Beatnuts rock on, rock on |
| A Greg an' a, an' a, an' a, rock on, rock on |
| Beatnuts rock on, rock on |
| A Greg an' a, an' a, an' a, rock on, rock on |
| Beatnuts rock on, rock on |
| A Greg, an' a, an' a, an' a rock on, rock on |
| Beatnuts rock on, rock on |
| A Greg ana, ana, ana rock on, rock on |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot |
| This shit is so damn hot, hot |
| This shit is hot, hot, hot |