Hot Lyrics - Beatnuts

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot 

Big Ju, nigga, the host with the Moses 

Find a nigga up with the dough, with the toasters 

Hoes say I keep it up like posters 

Slap the first nigga that plays me the closest 

Still drunk, still grabbing cloches 

Dark and sneaky like the rats and the roaches 

Careful in the way you cats approach us 

'Cause playa, you more out of shape than the coach is 

Junkyard nigga, collect yourself 

You're letting that persona effect yourself 

That's not enough armor to protect yourself 

If we catch you coming through the projects of Delph 

So be smart, duke and spread the wealth 

We've got cannons here, looking for a head to melt 

Hit you with 8 shots 'for the first one's felt 

That's how we do it around here situation dealt 

It's the Indiana Jones, funky stone city, cabrones 

Names ring like cellular phones 

Look back, fall back, catch a heart attack 

'Cause there ain't nothing in the world, the nuts will ever lack 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot 

I ain't got time to be playin' games with the same jokers 

This wine don't stop, baby I stay focused 

You're whole gangsta's bogus 

Your the type to draw a weapon, just to draw attention 

I pull your heart out, and leave you with your chest flaming 

With no special effects by Wes Craven 

This Psych Les reigning, tech and the mack spraying 

Duck, before you be on your back laying 

Know I'm saying?You asked for war 

I'ma take my gloves off and smack your jaw 

I just got back from tour, niggas running their mouth 

Like their gurillas took the guns in their mouth 

Now their not killas they not mad at me 

Now they just screaming, "Don't kill me, I have a family" 

It's big psych I push it down like gravity 

And bring the pain to your brain like a cavity 

It's the Indiana Jones, funky stone city, cabrones 

Names ring like cellular phones 

Look back, fall back, catch a heart attack 

'Cause there ain't nothing in the world, the nuts will ever lack 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot 

Beatnuts rock on, rock on 

A Greg an' a, an' a, an' a, rock on, rock on 

Beatnuts rock on, rock on 

A Greg an' a, an' a, an' a, rock on, rock on 

Beatnuts rock on, rock on 

A Greg, an' a, an' a, an' a rock on, rock on 

Beatnuts rock on, rock on 

A Greg ana, ana, ana rock on, rock on 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot 

This shit is so damn hot, hot 

This shit is hot, hot, hot