Hot, Hot, Hot

(Album: Phenomenon - 1997)

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I was swerving through Queens, fully growing Benz
Searching for the butters through my Cartier lenses
system banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec
Rapping to my mans
Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly
My [?] is
The slow-mo, crept up nice and slow
Breathing on my ice, so it shine real nice
Crease my scar piece, laid back in my seat
Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets
Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge
Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college
Staring at my ice, smelling my cologne
She lived on the south side, Supreme Team zone
Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop
Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks?

Your car make me hot hot hot
You just make me just hot hot hot
Like your rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy, don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'm'a take you for all you've got
Baby girl, just stop stop stop
Check this out, uh

She slid up in my whip, like the queen of New York
We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk
Tossed up my keys to the valet cat
I glanced at the fatty, I'm'a see about that
We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde
Scooby dooby hizza
I'm feeling the vibe
Cop the blue for some video-type shit
Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh
I've got her right where I want her
Reality about to creep up on her
Stroke her softly, gently with my G
While the light reflects off my I-C-E
Waiter, ice the Cristal, let it simmer
Lights too bright, here's a grand. Make them dimmer
I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop
I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot

Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me just hot hot hot
I like your rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy, just don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'll take you for all you've got
Baby girl, just stop stop stop
Check yourself, uh

You burst out of semi-[?] headed to my rest
She pulled down the straps to her dress
Reached in the Prada sparked up sess
Banging some Wu-Tang, feeling this can't mess
She said, "Now would you ever sell yourself for chips
And give up God to push whips?"
Never miss some spiritual down to my bone
Why you take the convo in that zone?
She said, "I would do anything to see notes
Give deep throats to cop mink coats
Take off my DGs, drop to my knees"
Talking in my face, breath smelling like cheese
I asked her, "Shorty you degrade yourself
Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf"
You turning me off, I can't lie, Keisha said, "Why?"
I said, "Yo, how can a man respect that
Knowing if he paid, then he can wreck that"
Ice is the price for an overnight wife
A true shark caller don't want that in his life
So all you ladies that are selling your souls
You need to put your hooker vibes on hold
Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll
Dead-ass broke, but her pimp the man grow

Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I like your rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy, don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'm a take you for all you've got
Baby girl, just stop stop stop
Check yourself, uh

Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I like your rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy, don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'm a take you for all you've got
Baby girl, just stop stop stop
Check yourself, uh