X-tra Hot Lyrics - Benzino

MT, Benzino, Daz Dilly 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Hey, I'm back with a hit at this dumpster 

Plus your speakers dump that real shit to blow out your twist 

Pull out your heaters if you're cold, warm it up, get it up 

My niggas and my bitches get your hands, get 'em up 

I gets rough ride, get it raw like never before 

Hard core explore, nigga to knock down your door 

It seems you can't take no more, so stick 'em up 

Now give it up to get your nigga's buck, what the fuck? 

I struck a match, I tip my hat to the left 

I get them niggas, with the laws of death, I got the rep 

Motherfucker, my name is Daz, I'll whoop ass 

Everyday, all day, I count big ass cash 

It's just I keep on comin' with it, I know you're scared with it 

It's Diggy Daz and Benzino back on a fuckin' mission 

Oh no, nigga I'm back with another dose 

And if you niggas don't know, I rock coast to coast 

I hit you with that click-clack, in that pick-pack 

Niggas wanna do that and they said that I did that 

The D A to the Z and Mr. Dillinger willin' to fuck a priest 

Now my niggas, you know who run the streets 

Every time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot 

All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out? 

(Daz) 

And if you see me coast to coast 

Don't act like you seen a ghost 

Just scream it out 

Benzino, temperature is risin' 

I want you inside me, touchin' on my body 

Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this feeling 

Extra hot and I'm waitin' for you 

I'm steady livin' and shit, you see it's evident 

I canary wearin' it, I'm not even not even hearin' 

Ya meet her at the Meridian 

Unforgettable experience, hit that 

I'm killin' it, macked out, I'm swervin' it 

Crapped out your nervousness stacks 

I be deservin' them cats 

I'm not concerned with them 

Who do I never heard of ya act out? 

I murder ya, blast out I'm burnin' ya 

Niggas ain't that appalin' 

And chicks I be importin' them 

Fly that ass Zino, put you up in first class 

She bring a coat for D A Z at the crib with L-T 

Feelin' doggy-style, part three 

Every time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot 

All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out? 

(Daz) 

And if you see me coast to coast 

Don't act like you seen a ghost 

Just scream it out 

Benzino, temperature is risin' 

I want you inside me, touchin' on my body 

Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this feeling 

Extra hot and I'm waitin' for you 

Click-clack, I'm bustin' 'em, hit stacks, I'm clutchin' 'em 

This track, I'm crushin' 'em, back door, I'm rushin' it 

Flip rhymes, complete with it, hit dimes, I'm sick with it 

Grit nines, I'm spittin' it, ass hard, he feelin' it 

Blast off, I'm pealin' it, drop-top, be wheelin' 

And everybody be sayin' that "Benzino is the realest thing" 

Now here we go again, let's get this dough again, fuck it 

I fly to Logan and Zino rip up the show again 

Chronic steady, smokin' it, the drama never provokin' it 

Niggas already knowin' that Jacob, he keeps me glowin' 

And East we keep it hustlin', South they keep it crunk 

And West they keep it comin' and West they keep on gunnin' it 

Every time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot 

All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out? 

(Daz) 

And if you see me coast to coast 

Don't act like you seen a ghost 

Just scream it out 

Benzino, temperature is risin' 

I want you inside me, touchin' on my body 

Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this feeling 

Extra hot and I'm waitin' for you 

Every time I come around to your club or the spot 

We got it hot, all my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out?