Make It Hot

(Make it hot) x2<br><br>Uh! Uh! Ah!<br><br>Chorus<br>I make it hot! (How hot?) Hot enough to fry<br>(How hot?) Hotter than your front porch in July<br>(Now that`s hot!) Real hot, `bout a hundred and two<br>(I make it hot) Brothas won`t even stand next to you<br>(Make it hot)<br><br>Verse 1: Danja Mowf<br>It`s so hard to say goodbye, so I<br>Take with me the memory of your good try<br>You could fry like grease in the skillet<br>I`m the heat, feel it, you got beef? Kill it!<br>Squash it, coz your girl was like, "Oh my gosh!"<br>It`s just the MC make my spot get hot, time to wash it<br>Do shit, coz I`m comin` through with some new shit<br>Who, shit, you? Shit! Who you talkin` to? (shit!)<br>I be runnin` through shit, bring your whole crew, shit<br>I get funky as ??? bottom of your shooooe (shit!)<br>Yeah yeah baby hah!<br>Tryin` to see my style is like tryin` to see to Panama!<br>NAH! Mo` like, tryin` to stop a cannon ball!<br>NAH! Mo` like, shavin` with a chainsaw!<br>NAH! Blahzay blah shimmy ya (what!)<br>I can make no sense and I can still be raw<br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>Verse 2: Lonnie B<br>Lonnie B and Danja Mowf are here to show y`all brothas straight up<br>(what!)<br>That on a scale from one to ten, y`all need to get your weight up<br>Step and get ate up, with the cross on the fader<br>When it`s time to Set It Off, I show my ass, like Jada (uh!)<br>(Make it hot)<br>I rock like Raider (what!), hit me on my pager<br>If you wanna hear the sounds of the 804 flava<br>Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin` that they hate us<br>Coz we be the Super Friendz movie makers (once in a while!)<br>I used to have trap, but keep it full of paper<br>But now I got a pocket full of papers, she jockin`, I`ma take her<br>Taste her, no need to rape her<br>Oh! I`ll have her kneeling like the center for the Lakers<br>I`m not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a playa (what!)<br>Unless you talkin` `bout a PlayStation or a Sega<br>And show Biz, like Markie, dis and catch the Vapors<br>Peace party people, ha haa! Catch you later<br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>We make it hot!<br>(Make it hot)<br>[Erykah Badu on "On & On"]: "The-the-the-the world keeps burning!"<br>We make it hot!<br>(Make it hot)<br>"The---the---(uh!)the-the world keeps burning!" (uh-huh!)<br>We make it hot!<br>(Make it hot)<br>"The-the-the(no question!)the-the-the world keeps burning!" (uh!)<br>We make it hot!<br>"The-the world kee-kee---keeps burn-burning!"<br><br>Verse 3: Danja Mowf & Lonnie B<br>I keep burning down your world<br>Long as rappers keep being wack, I unfurl<br>On the track, coz I`m like a thousand pound girl<br>Fat! Doing me is like a thousand pound curl<br>Impossible, coz I`m like a thousand pound pearl<br>Priceless, on the mic<br>Just bustin` nuts like a thousand pound squirrel<br>I hurl, a thousand MCs in the b`rrel (what!)<br>And mix `em up and drink `em like Moet, till I hurl!<br>Rappers don`t understand, I live day to day for a battle<br>Get you knock rock like gravel, now you layin` on your shadow (uh-huh!)<br>Who you? Coz I`m that brotha who can do you<br>Quicker than sistas do the Butterfly when they hear Buju<br>Yeah, I used to goo-goo<br>Now I`m that rapper tappin` asses, like toilet water splashes when you<br>doo-doo<br>All y`all rappers out there that buck at this (uh!)<br>Are just like blind men having sex<br>You don`t know who you fuckin` with!<br><br>(Hoo! I don`t even believe you sayin` that Shug!)<br>Go ahead, coz I`m just tryin` to make hot<br>(How hot?) Hot enough to fry<br>(How hot?) Hotter than your front porch in July<br>(Now that`s hot!) Real hot, `bout a hundred and two<br>(I make it hot) Brothas won`t even stand next to you<br><br>Chorus<br><br>(Make it hot) x2