fucking assholes
do it every time man
every time man
every time they do it to me
yess
yess
yess
i gotta make it out, or move quickly
can't allow the past to restrict me
bet this time around they won't skip me
i am the last hope (the champ! )
won't hesitate not even for a second
the hustle has become an obsession
i'm on the frontlines with my weapon
i am the last hope
damn, i went through it again
after telling everybody i wouldn't do it again
i kinda feel like i let my people down (yup)
but to get them right, i got's to pick myself up (come on)
when i heard this beat and hook, it was so raw (uhh)
looked in the mirror, didn't like what i saw, (uhh)
all i could say was: ahh man shit gotta change (forreal! )
even get it right and take one to the brain (blam! )
but y'all knew the pain that i went through daily, (woooh)
tryna stay sane through the rain, y'all hear me
i'm slippin', fallin', i can't get up
but this time i'm outta control, i don't give a fuck!
but for the thugs!, i'm the last hope for the team (come on! )
i'm the reason why some niggas, gotta hole in a dream (come on! )
these cats know what's good, i am the hood (aii)
i ain't hoping that they don't, i wish a nigga would (come on! )
i gotta make it out, or move quickly
can't allow the past to restrict me
bet this time around they won't skip me
i am the last hope (the champ! )
won't hesitate not even for a second
the hustle has become an obsession
i'm on the frontlines with my weapon
i am the last hope
i gots to do it for me, do it for them, (yeah)
i ain't playing with this shit, i'ma do it to win
know i can do it again, (come on) cause i did it before
with little to no effort, and y'all niggas knew the score (for real)
first album dropped in may, the second in december
over platinum in one year like, y'all don't remember, (come on)
only nigga who's first 5 albums debut at number 1
and you wonder why i call you son (my son)
i just begun, to get started, but the hardest part of it all
is to climb a slippery wall and, still don't fall
break down and call up to god, when it get to hard
i know you ain't gonn' let me go now! (please) brought me too far
showed me i was as a star, all my life
i know it, all it right, before i, call it a night
i'mma thank you for it all, the blessings and the curses
and i hope you listening, there's a lesson in the verses
yeah
i gotta make it out, or move quickly
can't allow the past to restrict me
bet this time around they won't skip me
i am the last hope (the champ! )
won't hesitate not even for a second
the hustle has become an obsession
i'm on the frontlines with my weapon
i am the last hope
does it bother me?
yeah of course it bothers me
that's not who i am, i'm not you know, the person the media portrays me to
Make it hot, make it hot woo, make it hot hot i said make it hot
The joint the joint the joint is on fire
we dont need no water we just wanna let it burn (make it hot make it hot)
hot like an inferno dollar bills shit you gotta earn those, fats joints yea you gotta burn those,
make it hot make it hot, and burn the whole spot to the ground, smell the pot from the pounds burnin up your town,never stop from hittin sounds from the
underground
make it hot make it hot
we're ten years into this thing and were still doin this, the longa magic bus playin no train were still persuin this, the life of screaming kottonmouth
kings!!and makin music, yes we still smokin mad green and livin for our own amusement,see we really dont care what other people think of us cuzz we make
it hot, created a buzz and we takin over from L.A. to Japan fans they be the greatest ya'll my motherfuckin mans what
i make it hot d loc all is up in the g-spot,pussy always wet when i run up on the set yes and if its not then my rhymes aint tight no
so that means that your flow is bootied and you gots to go yo hold up for a second you need to give this cat just a lil more indo smoke em out let em
know what you about ah make it (hot) make it (hot) make it (hot) make it (hot)
hot like an inferno dollar bills shit you gotta earn those, fats joints yea you gotta burn those,
make it hot make it hot, and burn the whole spot to the ground, smell the pot from the pounds burnin up your town,never stop from hittin sounds from the
underground
make it hot, make it hot, make it hot
i'll make it hot wit the slow flow here we go everbody know i keep it poppin with the indo ill make it hot so this shit will never get cold
know i make it hot soo styles likes valva moe(?) ill make it hot so you know it dont stop, its the d double dash i be the kream of da krop yo
so now you know just who you fuckin with who you fuckin with who you fuckin with
i make it hot i keep the whole place sweatin and you know i keep it hot so myslef im always bettin i be the one kid that who nobody be steppin with my
mic tucked tough and my music as my weapon
we make it hot we keep the spot poppin and we keep it hot cuzz we party non stopin we got the pot that keeps people droppin like flys i aint tellin no
lies we make it hot
make it hot, hotlike an inferno dollar bills shit you gotta earn those, fats joints yea you gotta burn those,
make it hot make it hot, and burn the whole spot to the ground, smell the pot from the pounds burnin up your town, never stop from hittin sounds from the
underground
make it hot make it hot make it hot
the joint the joint the joint is on fire we dont need no water we just wanna let it burn
sketched out stretched out in the back got a a guiness in my mouth
in my sack all my people know what im about see im a mack ima hit the stage turn the page no turnin back you got one life one chance..this is it got a
fat joint in my hand and now its lit ima grease ball grimmy type when i spit see im all(?)
sticky shit in my pipe my stoner kick be flyin high like a kite
whatd you expect all these ladies lookin soo fine up in the set me im prime time i got mine thats mr X
gotta bullet proof when we shoot straight in my heart!see we put the ball in the hoop tear you apart
we get high score when we tour
then cash the checks and leave em all clueless sore
make it hot, hotlike an inferno dollar bills shit you gotta earn those, fats joints yea you gotta burn those,
make it hot make it hot, and burn the whole spot to the ground, smell the pot from the pounds burnin up your town, never stop from hittin sounds from the
underground
I make it hot
What the -
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for you
Yeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for you
You saw you at the bar
With a couple of your friends
Thinking you can bring them all
Soon as I hit the door
To hit the floor
I'm on some star shit
Before I know I got a bad - up in my car
I pull out my cigar hit the gas
And I'm gone
She know what it is
So ain't no need to ask where we goin'(goin')
A glass of patrone
Out the slider got you ready
I'm feelin' make it hot(hot)
So you don't forget
I tell her (what you tell her)
I can make you famous(yeahh)
I can make you famous(yeahh)
You the smarts I'm the [? ]
I can make you major
Wanna know if I can get you home
Hopw we don't wake the neighbours
She lick her lollipop
And I'm her favorite flavor (yeaahh)
Yeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for you
You see I'm different for what you were custom to
Flashing lights
When I pull up
I'll have you telling
All your little friends about the cars
About the cribs
And how a young n- do ya
You a bad [? ]
And you ain't like them same girls
Or my only one
But I'll make you my main girl
When n- call your phone
You like click (click) click
We posing for them cameras like flick (flick) flick
What can I say but
My life is like a movie (yeahh)
My life is like a movie (yeahh)
And I can have you when I star roll
Just like you should be (like you should be)
I do these things magazines, boogie scenes
And you a pop bottle top model beauty queen(yeahh)yeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for youyeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Never not enough for you
Girl you know my name
Young khalifa game
Shawtys be at my spot
Money I make a lot (a lot)
Yea I do my thing
Yea I'm underage
Where I'm underpaid
See the diamonds in my chain(yea)
Time is money why waste it
Cause your girl so thirsty ma can tase it
Say I'm fly she wanna hop inside my spaceship
Ask her if she tired of that fake shit
She like
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeahyeah I am the man
You know who I am
Girl I m in the spot
Shawty I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it hot(I make it hot)
I make it h-h-hot(yeaah)
Aha , y'nahmean?
Word up, just wanna bring em to it real
Real rugged like, uhh, man
Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean?
Go diggin, uhh check it
I bring the butter, huh
Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh
I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh
I got the fam rollin like brothers, huh
We in the mecca, Moey, rollie glistenin
Rainin on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin
Ground zero funk track it's mega
Doin wild damage to your arm, legga legga
Who's that? The bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques
pumpin blends, creepin up the backstreets
Throw your rocks up high and let em gleam
It's the Uncle what? Uncle L makes a wild scene
And I be blowin all the rookies out the frame
and they be knowin Uncle's flowin in the game
Queens to uptown I'm gettin down for my crown
When you see me comin thru just gimme a pound
And say....
Yeah
I'm bout to wet it up, get it up
Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up
I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor
Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker
I'm open, I let the funk soak in
I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin
Yeah son I'm all up in ya mix
Ya callin in your clique, I'm bawlin wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin in the midst
of my cycle, every move I make is vital
Crucial, official, brothers sayin "L we miss you"
Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques
While you're bawlin in the coupe you know I had to get the six
Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me
Get me, I want the CREAM, baby hit me
Now take it to the bridge
(Keep it comin baby)
(Keep it comin baby)
(Keep it comin baby)
(Keep it comin baby) Keep on
Somebody tell me the way I keep comin up
Funk runnin up and mad spots is blowin up
It gets hot when I manifest melodies
Beatin niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin me?
Get your drink on, throw you mink on
Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin bout
I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture
Swervin curbs, servin as I fixed ya
Formulated and combinated, the people congregated
You frontin for nothin, your crew is overrated
And I'ma take it on down to the AM
Keep the drama flowin til the party cave in
Uhh, I get you open, baby come and get a fix
Yo, that's word to mother I be droppin mad shit
Let's organise, bounce together for real son
Trick a little though, sip a little Moe, peace one
(Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
(Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
(Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
But uh anyway
You should catch me any day
Sipping Hennessey
And my peeps get plenty-a
But anyways, to see that I hold this dough
Cats fake it
I made it
I told you so
Mocha latte kid
We no play
Stress free, sexy at Montigo Bay
You know it's a pity that
Ya'll look like idiots
Yo boo let me know when I should rip this cat
My man he don't call me anymore
We don't even kiss!
Am I his fool
What must I do
To keep him loving me
All this love I give
That ain't cool
I got what you want (got what you want)
Got what you need (I got what you need)
Can I get another shot (ohhhhh)
This time I'ma make it hot (come on)
i got want you want (got what you need)
i got wat you need (baby)
can i get another shot (come on)
this time i'ma make it hot (come on)
Call my man at the crib
He turned off his phone
Said to call him back
Why silly me
Why didn't I suspect
He was making love
To someone else
Boy you're killing me
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
I'm sitting on the side of the curb
With a pocket of herb
I don't know if y'all heard
I'm high as a bird
I can fly like Kelly
I glide like skates
Me with no Timbaland is like Puff with no Mase
Wait, hold up, wait a minute, what you say
Back it up, give me space
Who dat, Nicole Ray
By the way, DJ, better play all day
Make the whole world say " Damn that sucka Ray "
Missy talking:
Yo yo yo
Yeah this the kinda junk
That be making everybody wanna bop their heads
Haters, lovers, whatever (huh huh)
Nicole Ray
Timbaland
Mag-a-noo
Aaliyah
Ginuwine
Missy
Playa
Super now smoke few bottles on the sleety
parkers on racks 'cause I raps like Christmas
holy shit get light, get light
it's hot outside I got the keys to the bike
gone full bottle, tonight we're going in like it ain't no tomorrow
take drugs, make love now war I'm a gangsta hippie don't start nothing
Keys tot he crib, while I'll be poppin it all
like belly the kid, yeah hoe whip bang it out
to the death, fuck it north,
everything from the couch to the bed
Can't stop, won't stop till they superman though
give me superman fly
and slash oh to the hood, I'm a creature
I grew up in the woods
Hook:
No time for fake ones,
come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
live a little risky don't be a shuck one
I'm not stingy the shots on me
Oh, I'll make it hot, make it hot
I'll make it hot, make it hot
I'll make it hot, make it hot
I'll make it hot, make it hot
Yeah my pockets on loud, I'm in the string volume
my closet on swag, my balls at the top few
best nigga spittin, pee how you livin
couldn't be better you could say stakes giving
you're my cold bottom drop
the hood gonna cop, the streets going crazy for that new more I
set up in the box that's where I got stronger and
came back home, took the ice off the watch
automor Rolex couple hew blotch
nothing fancy just enough for the potch
when your bitch is the baddest bitch how could you not
feel like we're gonna parry on in the spot
get off of my flag, hoe you let dancing
is you what you do, don't worry about the handsome
shoot em with the rubin kill em with the baby face
and be the humble that it squeeze slugs when you're late face
hoes wanna grip, foes wanna trip
then ever move on me cause they know how I get
got real street power and it ain't about..
met the top of the fool chain now here on the block
and you just a little snack, my hunger insatiable
easy as 1 2 3 you niggas base the cool as millions of bros
but I just take one of them, these billions of dollars
I need the one of them
Hook:
No time for fake ones,
come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
live a little risky don't be a shuck one
I'm not stingy the shots on me
Oh, I'll make it hot, make it hot
I'll make it hot, make it hot
I'll make it hot, make it hot
The door is jammed
The door slammed shut
And i wait for the sound
Wait for the sound
There is one addiction
Ii like to keep the power and the heat
Make it hot
Take me over and over and over
Make it hot
Take me over and over and over
The snow falls
The snow's all ugly
When it hits the street
When it hits the street
It gets colder
Arms and shoulders
Who would've guessed it?
C'mon and feel me flex it
Who would've guessed it?
C'mon and feel me flex it
Make it hot
Make it hot
Make it hot
Take me over and over and over
Now things are changing I'm aware
Of the feeling that you're losing all you care for
Don't let it get you down look around
Regret's contagious in this town
So keep on looking on the bright side
Because these nights they won't stay this way forever no
Now that your world's changing
It's not the end of the summertime
Falling from the one's you'll leave behind
Whoah tell me can we can make it out
It won't be far away it'll be closer then you know
Release all your fear and doubt
And tell me how to make it out
So calm yourself
Just thinking of the thought
You're saying goodbye
You've been working the times
But things will get better
They just get better oh
These nights won't stay this way forever no
Now that your world's changing
It's not the end of the summertime
Falling from the one's you'll leave behind
Whoah tell me can we can make it out
It won't be far away it'll be closer then you know
Release all your fear and doubt
And tell me how to make it out
Whoah
And your leaving everything behind
This is such a waste of time and it's not worth wasting mine
These nights won't stay this way forever no
And now that your world's changing
Now that your world's changing
It's not the end of the summertime
Falling from the one's you'll leave behind
Whoah tell me can we can make it out
It's not the end of the summertime
Falling from the one's you'll leave behind
Whoah tell me can we can make it out
It won't be far away it'll be closer then you know
Release all your fear and doubt
(make it hot) x2
Uh! uh! ah!
Chorus
I make it hot! (how hot? ) hot enough to fry
(how hot? ) hotter than your front porch in july
(now that's hot!) real hot, 'bout a hundred and two
(I make it hot) brothas won't even stand next to you
(make it hot)
Verse 1: danja mowf
It's so hard to say goodbye, so i
Take with me the memory of your good try
You could fry like grease in the skillet
I'm the heat, feel it, you got beef? kill it!
Squash it, coz your girl was like, "oh my gosh!"
It's just the mc make my spot get hot, time to wash it
Do shit, coz I'm comin' through with some new shit
Who, shit, you? shit! who you talkin' to? (shit!)
I be runnin' through shit, bring your whole crew, shit
I 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 raw
Chorus x2
Verse 2: lonnie b
Lonnie b and danja mowf are here to show y'all brothas straight up
(what!)
That on a scale from one to ten, y'all need to get your weight up
Step and get ate up, with the cross on the fader
When it's time to set it off, I show my ass, like jada (uh!)
(make it hot)
I rock like raider (what!), hit me on my pager
If you wanna hear the sounds of the 804 flava
Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin' that they hate us
Coz we be the super friendz movie makers (once in a while!)
I used to have trap, but keep it full of paper
But now I got a pocket full of papers, she jockin', i'ma take her
Taste her, no need to rape her
Oh! I'll have her kneeling like the center for the lakers
I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a playa (what!)
Unless you talkin' 'bout a playstation or a sega
And show biz, like markie, dis and catch the vapors
Peace party people, ha haa! catch you later
Chorus x2
We 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 b
I keep burning down your world
Long as rappers keep being wack, I unfurl
On the track, coz I'm like a thousand pound girl
Fat! doing me is like a thousand pound curl
Impossible, coz I'm like a thousand pound pearl
Priceless, on the mic
Just bustin' nuts like a thousand pound squirrel
I hurl, a thousand mcs in the b'rrel (what!)
And mix 'em up and drink 'em like moet, till I hurl!
Rappers don't understand, I live day to day for a battle
Get you knock rock like gravel, now you layin' on your shadow (uh-huh!)
Who you? coz I'm that brotha who can do you
Quicker than sistas do the butterfly when they hear buju
Yeah, I used to goo-goo
Now I'm that rapper tappin' asses, like toilet water splashes when you
Doo-doo
All y'all rappers out there that buck at this (uh!)
Are just like blind men having sex
You don't know who you f**kin' with!
(hoo! I don't even believe you sayin' that shug!)
Go ahead, coz I'm just tryin' to make hot
(how hot? ) hot enough to fry
(how hot? ) hotter than your front porch in july
(now that's hot!) real hot, 'bout a hundred and two
(I make it hot) brothas won't even stand next to you
Chorus
You're in town just for now
But I still feel your fire
Burning now, just for me.
Can you feel the warmth?
I stutter, stutter when you call out for me
"Can you hear me?"
Burning brighter when I call back to you
"I'm hoping to make it out, for relief, I'm hoping to make it out"
Starting from the bottom again as the ground erodes
There no defense you'll notice
Everything that we've ever dreamt will pave the road
For us to finally move forward
I wont waste my head over this
I'm in town just for now
Can you feel my fire?
Burning now, just for you
Can you feel the warmth?
And you go go go go
Echo, echo
"Won't waste my head over this"
You're down we're down
Oh it feels so right and I
Stutter, stutter when you come out for me
Starting from the bottom again
This cant be automatic
[Intro:]
"Na na na na naa na!" [x8]
[Verse 1:]
"I'm riding down the grove in my black Deville
Looking for some pro's that perhaps can chill
High as I glide by Summerhill
Bathing Ape, Lacoste, I'm dressed to kill
Can't be swerving, my cup could spill
My pimp game worth 'bout a half-a-mil
I'm heavy in the trunk, so the front pop a wheelie
Her face be an eight, and her ass is so pretty
I step into the room & illuminate the haters
They hating on a kid, cause I'm a super-fly player
Heavy hitter, rhyme spit'er, ***** now or later
But still I get respect from Detroit to Decatur
Here to get paper
After that I'll see you later
Big and I'm major
Homie you a faker, faker
This is where I take ya
Go head, do your thing
While you do your thing, I'm a do my thing chuuh!"
[Chorus:]
"So what you want
What you got
What you need brothering
I'm a make it hot"
[x4]
[Verse 2:]
"Now I'm a make it hot, I'm a make you sweat
Never out of line, I keep my girls in check
From the bottom to the top of the deck
I ain't no chump ***** I demands respect
We stay high, yeah we puff the cess
Weed on my breath, diamonds on my neck
Tatted up, I splatter guts when I sex
She gave it a test drive, she never drove a Lexus
See when I'm in your city man they treat me like diddy
Got to give a shout out to my cousin frank nitty
Fly by-coastal from LA to Philly
Excuse me if I bump you, I'm a little bit tipsy
You can ask fifty, my city's so gritty, gritty
Hoe's say they miss me, but still they know the dilly, dilly
Digga stay crispy
See I'm a do my thing
While I do my thing, you go do your thing chuuh!"
[Chorus x4]
[Refrain:]
"Dangerous
We're so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous
We're so dangerous
So dangerous
My Starbwoyz crew be dangerous!" [x2]
[Chorus x4]
[Khii]
Yeah, alright alright alright
Alright, this one’s kinda out there
But here we go, here we go, here we go
[Verse 1 – Khii]
Get in the bed, I wanna take you down
Shorty you know that I ain’t proud
I wanna give you quite the sound
We go from the bed to the ground
Baby girl, I wanna lay you down
I wanna lick you, kiss you up and down
You by my side even when we ride
You never mean to do this movie style
Maybe that’s why I’m your guy
You love it when I make it right
Switch positions in between your thighs
Pull your hair ‘til I can’t see your eyes
Back shocks leave you shocked like a surprise
Shockwaves feel from your thighs to your hips
While you close your eyes and bite on your lip
Put your nails in my back and scream to the sky
[Chorus – Danny Mana]
Wonder when we gonna get it down
Don’t have to worry, I’ma be around
Just give me a call
Wanna know, cause I’ma make it hot for ya
Good loving is what I got
Sit back, relax, I’ma hit the spot
Just let me do my thing, my thing
Cause I’ma make it hot for ya
[Verse 2 – Khii]
Now we going for a night on the town
I’ve been waiting on this date for a while
I call your house and tell you that I’m outside
How many minutes? You say “give me five”
You come downstairs looking so fly
I wanna eat you up like some pie
So you finally hop in the ride
I don’t know why, but I got that look in my eyes that
made you look in my eyes
And tell me to take you for a long ride
I take her side, but I try to avoid
My hand going up your thighs
It’s too much, man I gotta stop the ride
Hop in the passenger seat with her, and make it recline
Then when I slide inside, made this girl come in my
ride
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 – Danny Mana]
This time I’ll make it right
Take you out, give you what you like
Can’t complain, girl you like my style
Get me up while I get you down
You satisfied every time I leave
Once I’m out the door you coming back to me
Wine and dine, I be treating you fine
You never get this love locked being out of my sight
To make you hurt, that I would hate to see
So fine, pretty lady you were made for me
No time for arguments, girl we just drop it
Hop up in the whip, we be riding topless
Yeah, you know this
Every time we out, shorty I be on focus
And maybe I, baby I, wanna show you the world
[Chorus – 2x]
