Make It Hot (Letra)

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Intro:
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

Bridge:

(Keep it comin baby)
(Keep it comin baby)
(Keep it comin baby)
(Keep it comin baby) Keep on
*repeat x3*

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

Outro:

(Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
(Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
(Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
(Keep it comin baby) Keep on
*repeat x4*

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Make It Hot (Letra)

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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(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 fuckin’ 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

(make it hot) x2

Make It Hot (Letra)

LL Cool J

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Intro:

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

Bridge:

(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby) keep on
*repeat x3*

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

Outro:

(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep on
*repeat x4*