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