Lil Mama - Make It Hot lyrics
[Lil Mama - Make It Hot lyrics]
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to da A Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down
And when I'm flippin' the script
And they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em' or chip
Em' they gon be like-No
Cause when I'm spittin' they
Sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for the young breeze
So slow ya speedwhoa!
I'm about dat fetty, about that dat dough
About dat flow
After me that's as far as it goes
Cause Little Mama got whips and chains
The only time you see it bark is at
A tear for I'm a walk ya game
Been G'd up since Hawk was lain
So you doubt me you doubt ya brain
Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that
A chick like B could ever
Ever see a chick like me that's Crazy!
And if you ever thought that it might be
Then you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!
Been crazy since I was a baby!
Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
Let the whole world know I gets crazy!
Wit da music I make it hot
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to da A Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down
And when I'm flippin' the script
And they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em' or chip
Em' they gon be like-No
Cause when I'm spittin' they
Sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
Hot, hot my lyrics be popping
Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy
The way that I be rocking
They probably think I'm cocky
But they don't know about me I
Grab it til I lock it-Down
They pointin' fingaz and chose me
Cause I'm a hold it-Down
I'm spittin records and bet this
You can't control it-Now
They spinning' records and notice
That I'ma hold it-Down
Wit da music I make it pop
Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool
Get in da booth and I'ma show
You how a pro do me to you whom
Not even I could stand up when I
Why try look, my eyes don't lie
I don't see nobody close as I
I been lookin' through my
Periphial vision and I
Start to wonder hypnosed is I
Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to da A Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down
And when I'm flippin' the script
And they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em' or chip
Em' they gon be like-No
Cause when I'm spittin' they
Sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama! Voice of the Young People!
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama!
Straight from New York to da A Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down
And when I'm flippin' the script
And they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em' or chip
Em' they gon be like-No
Cause when I'm spittin' they
Sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for the young breeze
So slow ya speedwhoa!
I'm about dat fetty, about that dat dough
About dat flow
After me that's as far as it goes
Cause Little Mama got whips and chains
The only time you see it bark is at
A tear for I'm a walk ya game
Been G'd up since Hawk was lain
So you doubt me you doubt ya brain
Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that
A chick like B could ever
Ever see a chick like me that's Crazy!
And if you ever thought that it might be
Then you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!
Been crazy since I was a baby!
Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
Let the whole world know I gets crazy!
Wit da music I make it hot
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to da A Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down
And when I'm flippin' the script
And they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em' or chip
Em' they gon be like-No
Cause when I'm spittin' they
Sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
Hot, hot my lyrics be popping
Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy
The way that I be rocking
They probably think I'm cocky
But they don't know about me I
Grab it til I lock it-Down
They pointin' fingaz and chose me
Cause I'm a hold it-Down
I'm spittin records and bet this
You can't control it-Now
They spinning' records and notice
That I'ma hold it-Down
Wit da music I make it pop
Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool
Get in da booth and I'ma show
You how a pro do me to you whom
Not even I could stand up when I
Why try look, my eyes don't lie
I don't see nobody close as I
I been lookin' through my
Periphial vision and I
Start to wonder hypnosed is I
Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to da A Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down
And when I'm flippin' the script
And they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em' or chip
Em' they gon be like-No
Cause when I'm spittin' they
Sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama! Voice of the Young People!
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama!