Hot (main) Lyrics - Supernova - Lisa Left Eye Lopes

5, 9 (10, 11), 12, 18 (what!) 

She's the one you thought would never do a solo LP 

Yeah, now what chick could outsell me? 

Drama comes in dozens and I know you love it 

A rose is still a rose, so I rose above it 

The more that they see the woman got a mind of her own 

The less that they want a part of my throne, it figures 

But the more they compare me to the ones they could own 

They know they never should have left me alone 

I'm bigga 

No doubt 

Money gang and my G's is up 

Treat me like David Blaine and freeze me up 

Let me address the issue 

I'm super not superficial 

Spoil me 

The only statement I'm makin' is royalties (rock the dollars) 

Seven digits never under my bank account hold 

Numbers like your phone number, plus area code 

Gamble with your career 

Go ahead chance her 

See what happened with scrubs on my records 

Deserve answers 

Oh Left Eye 

What's happenin'? 

Everybody wanna know where the hell you been 

Oh Left Eye 

Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs 

Everybody loves Miss Left Eye 

What's happenin'? 

Everybody wanna know where the hell you been 

Oh Left Eye 

Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs 

Everybody loves Miss Left Eye 

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L-E-F-T-E-Y-E 

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3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15 

Whole bunch of names on your credit in pubs 

Tryin' to be loved 

I'm 30 mill and a fan club 

What you got signed for 

I spent on some rugs 

DVD's and TV's and that's just in the car 

Borderline genius 

Scientists swear by me 

Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body 

Gave you auditions 

They say I'm a gymnast in business 

My summersault your positions 

Waste not whatnot 

I don't want your nothing 

On top she's hot 

No discussion 

I'm a diva 

Teacher (to the rap game) 

Here when it started I'll be here when it change 

Started more careers than Quincy Jones 

Other rap chicks actin' funny since she's home 

Do it again and again 

Expect her to 

Left Eye you expect me to respect you too 

Oh Left Eye 

What's happenin'? 

Everybody wanna know where the hell you been 

Oh Left Eye 

Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs 

Everybody loves Miss Left Eye 

What's happenin'? 

Everybody wanna know where the hell you been 

Oh Left Eye 

Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs 

Everybody loves Miss Left Eye 

Hot hot (burn) 

Hot hot 

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L-E-F-T-E-Y-E 

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Hot hot (burn) 

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L-E-F-T-E-Y-E 

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12, 15