Can U Make It Hot

Lyrics

(Verse One)
 We comin back to the scene with, no love
 Players to pimps and, mo' thugs
 Chi-Town people we, stay plugged
 Awwww yeahhh, that's us
 Pardon my expression, baby love us
 The typical niggaz that, run through
 but don't let the typical niggaz, run you
 Money ain't a thang baby, that's true
 And how much money could, serve you
 for the lucci baby that, burn you?
 When the streets is cold, this shit get hot
 Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot
 Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks
 Roam the street, like a rottweiler
 Remember Joe Pe-sci, I'm a Goodfella
 Goin all out, what my daddy tell us
 The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous
 Infatuatin nigga's quality
 Characteristic pimpology
 and I been around the world on a oddysey
 So obviously, I live with the pledge
 it don't bother me, it don't bother me
 So obviously, and obviously
 I live with the pledge it don't bother me, c'mon
 Chorus: {female singers}
 Can you make it hot like this?
 Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa
 Can you make it hot like this?
 Can you make it hot like this?
 Can you make it hot like this?
 Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa
 Can you make it hot like this? .
 (Verse Two)
 Check it out y'all
 One-two, one-two, who you?
 Ain't no jackin us, that's true
 Got 'spect taken away, you get loot
 Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped
 Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em
 Put your fingers in the air and say, "Ya-ya"
 All my ladies say, "Ya-YA!"
 Poppa to me baby like, "Pa-pa"
 Drop-top Bentley, Benz and Coupe's
 Lesbians in Lucci suits
 Can I make it hot like this? (AHH)
 Can I make it hot like that? (OHH)
 See I'ma put it in mo', so, it be cold
 Somethin like superior when I'm bustin the flow'll
 have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes)
 I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low
 Can't have the po-po catchin up
 but I can't picture us ridin bus
 Give you somethin make you scream
 like the stuff from the triple beam
 Hit the scene baby and get the green baby
 and show 'em what it mean just to bling baby
 when we rock prop stop drop
 Niggaz down like, what what WHAT WHAT?
 Chorus
 (Verse Three - Mo Unique)
 Uh oh it's the M-O, U-N, I-Q-U-E
 Comin straight out of Phil-ly
 So you wanna make it hot like me?
 Wanna go toe to toe with me?
 Whether I'm rockin the industry
 cause cain't nobody do it better than me
 who got capacity to break it down
 thinkin we weak in the knees?
 Wanna share it, say it to Your Majesty
 Stop it Dunn cause you're killin me
 Picture me ballin, niggaz ain't ready
 Straight get jiggy when I rock the party
 Got the audacity to wanna battle with me
 but them skills you posess you could never compete
 Watch this low right here, fools like honey
 Had that body shakin from your head to feet
 Chickenheads comin up, Elmo's can't see
 Started a fire, but I'ma bring the heat
 Make it hot non-stop
 from the door to the rooftop
 Papi don't stop til these haters drop
 and we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot
 Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode
 to grab your soul, put you under my control
 (Verse Four)
 Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin
 with some brothers that ain't really less fortunate
 But I'm a brother that be ultimate
 I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it
 Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper
 will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome
 How many chance you sposed to get? I be the brother in the club
 that be shinin with the goldish fit
 Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real
 and I love it when you sex me up
 Don't hold me down baby, let me up
 Recognize I'm a star, you hit with the master, you in class
 but you had to cut, there be rules to the game
 If you rushin then you asked to butt
 Ain't no time for no actin up, good game get me too
 even if you mastered what?
 I'ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies
 and I bang with the true thugs
 Share the wealth with my crew what? Because a Chi brother know
 that a plugged on the same dove
 Let the world know I blew up, because I got on my top
 and I drop with a new cut
 Invent a style and they want that like that
 Seen a ho wanna spin in my Cadillac
 Give it right back
 Chorus (repeat to fade w/ variations)

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Duration
04:47
Tempo
136 BPM

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