Greg Nice, The Beatnuts - Hot lyrics

[Greg Nice, The Beatnuts - Hot lyrics]

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 hot

Big Ju, nigga the host with the mostest
Find a nigga up with the dough
Where the toast is
Hoes say I keep it up like posters
Slap the first nigga that
Plays me the closest
Still drunk, still grabbing chochas
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 for delf
So be smart duke and spread the wealth
We got cannons looking for a head to melt
Hit you with eight shots 'fore
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 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 hot
This shit is so damn hot hot
This shit is hot hot hot hot

I ain't got time to be playin'
Games with the same jokers
This grind don't stop, baby I stay focused
You're whole gangsta is 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 Mac spraying
Duck, before you be on your back layin'
Nahmsaying? 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 they're gorillas
Till 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 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 hot
This shit is so damn hot hot
This shit is hot hot hot hot

Beatnuts rock on, rock on greg
N-a n-a n-a rock on, rock on
Beatnuts rock on, rock on greg
N-a n-a n-a rock on, rock on
Beatnuts rock on, rock on greg
N-a n-a n-a rock on, rock on
Beatnuts rock on, rock on greg
N-a n-a n-a rock on, rock on
Beatnuts rock on, rock on greg
N-a n-a n-a rock on, rock on

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