Danja Mowf - Make It Hot Lyrics
(make it hot) x2Uh! uh! ah!ChorusI make it hot! (how hot? ) hot enough to fry(how hot? ) hotter than your front porch in july(now thats hot!) real hot, bout a hundred and two(I make it hot) brothas wont even stand next to you(make it hot)Verse 1: danja mowfIts so hard to say goodbye, so iTake with me the memory of your good tryYou could fry like grease in the skilletIm the heat, feel it, you got beef? kill it!Squash it, coz your girl was like, oh my gosh!Its just the mc make my spot get hot, time to wash itDo shit, coz Im comin through with some new shitWho, shit, you? shit! who you talkin to? (shit!)I be runnin through shit, bring your whole crew, shitI get funky as ? ? ? bottom of your shooooe (shit!)Yeah yeah baby hah!Tryin to see my style is like tryin to see to panama!Nah! mo like, tryin to stop a cannon ball!Nah! mo like, shavin with a chainsaw!Nah! blahzay blah shimmy ya (what!)I can make no sense and I can still be rawChorus x2Verse 2: lonnie bLonnie b and danja mowf are here to show yall brothas straight up(what!)That on a scale from one to ten, yall need to get your weight upStep and get ate up, with the cross on the faderWhen its time to set it off, I show my ass, like jada (uh!)(make it hot)I rock like raider (what!), hit me on my pagerIf you wanna hear the sounds of the 804 flavaBrothas on our jocks, but they be claimin that they hate usCoz we be the super friendz movie makers (once in a while!)I used to have trap, but keep it full of paperBut now I got a pocket full of papers, she jockin, ima take herTaste her, no need to rape herOh! Ill have her kneeling like the center for the lakersIm not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a playa (what!)Unless you talkin bout a playstation or a segaAnd show biz, like markie, dis and catch the vaporsPeace party people, ha haa! catch you laterChorus x2We make it hot!(make it hot)[erykah badu on on & on]: the-the-the-the world keeps burning!We make it hot!(make it hot)The---the---(uh!)the-the world keeps burning! (uh-huh!)We make it hot!(make it hot)The-the-the(no question!)the-the-the world keeps burning! (uh!)We make it hot!The-the world kee-kee---keeps burn-burning!Verse 3: danja mowf & lonnie bI keep burning down your worldLong as rappers keep being wack, I unfurlOn the track, coz Im like a thousand pound girlFat! doing me is like a thousand pound curlImpossible, coz Im like a thousand pound pearlPriceless, on the micJust bustin nuts like a thousand pound squirrelI hurl, a thousand mcs in the brrel (what!)And mix em up and drink em like moet, till I hurl!Rappers dont understand, I live day to day for a battleGet you knock rock like gravel, now you layin on your shadow (uh-huh!)Who you? coz Im that brotha who can do youQuicker than sistas do the butterfly when they hear bujuYeah, I used to goo-gooNow Im that rapper tappin asses, like toilet water splashes when youDoo-dooAll yall rappers out there that buck at this (uh!)Are just like blind men having sexYou dont know who you *****in with!(hoo! I dont even believe you sayin that shug!)Go ahead, coz Im just tryin to make hot(how hot? ) hot enough to fry(how hot? ) hotter than your front porch in july(now thats hot!) real hot, bout a hundred and two(I make it hot) brothas wont even stand next to youChorus(make it hot) x2
