Akbar - Hot Ya Hot Lyrics
( *scratching of* )(So hot)(Ya know it's hot)(Guaranteed hot shit)[ CHORUS ]We now interrupt your regularly scheduled programminOf hours of commercial rap and slow jamminTo bring you the latest news and scientific breakthroughsA special update for those who woke up lateHeard my last jam but didn't quite get itYou took my tape home, put it on but couldn't fit itYou wouldn't admit it, but you bit itYou tried to swallow it but couldn't follow it, you shouldn'ta did itY'all cats need to quit it, I'm sayin, stop playin with itYou, your crew and your DJ can hit itIt's time to clean out your lockerAnd make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme rockerBoom-shaka-laka, park-jam-street-blocker'81 summer heat, 'Big Beat' knockerRang-dang-doogie-da-dang-da-dang-doogieTootie bang-bang, 2 train to the BoogieBorn in the Bronx, raised in ManhattanI been to Brooklyn, Queens and StatenAm I still rappin - what you're tryin to tell me?Hit em with the 12", slap em with the LPGod please help me to understand youWalkin round frontin like you got somethin brand new[ CHORUS ]Now I don't know what y'all been toldBut if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya coldIf ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hopAnd if it don't flip then it's bound to flopIf it don't touch the bottom won't hit the topAnd if ya can't rap then ya needs to stop(Ya know it's hot)Yo, this is not a test(Ya know it's hot)Yo, this is not a testSo I hope you got your vestUnless you wanna feel hot steel in your chest[ VERSE 2 ]Nobody gets out alive till the cops arriveA shot from a .45 couldn't stop my vibePhase me or daze me, nobody plays meFive-o shot at me, but yo, they gotta be crazyThey only grazed me, I had to be swayzeMy mama always told me not to be lazySee, back in the days we used to breathe and live thisWhen grabbin a mic wasn't a right but a privilegeWhen you came to the party had to be preparedWhen you stepped to the stage I could see you're scaredDon't even bring it to me, I'ma take it thereYour whole crew just against me just to make it fairNow who wanna mess around and test the soundAnd try to pick it up when you can't put it down[ CHORUS ]See I don't know what y'all been toldBut if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya coldIf ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hopAnd if it don't flip then it's bound to flopIf it don't touch the bottom won't hit the topAnd if ya can't rap...[ VERSE 3 ]Then you needs to stop runnin off at the mouthYou can even step forth, break north or fly southLook east, go west, now choose who's the bestWho spit that hot shit that'll bruise your fleshTell me who rocks the boat and who steers the rudders?Who brings home the bread and prepares the buttas?I got rap pages that collapse stagesMy style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cagesI cause more scare than GodzillaGuerilla warfare, there's a stone cold killerThe kid from the Bronx who stomps your whole villaUptown, gimme the crown, there is none illerYou're still a part-time, petty crime nickel and dimeWith two feet on a street corner kickin a rhymeYou shoulda kept it real from Jump StreetRecord sales slump, you got cut off like lunch meatLife, thou's strife now, don't it feel strangeTo be on top then get dropped like loose change?I guess when ya hot ya hotAnd when you choose to snooze then you lose your spot[ CHORUS ]
