Hot - The Beatnuts

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