Songteksten

Syllable slasher, insurmountable mic gasher Quick to vent with intent, you can't crash us Constant link passers, styles'll skate past ya Beats that we present will make you hate like a slave master (hardcore) Heated and hot, control the venomous plots We be the cream of the crop, so keep our name out your mouth We'll entertain your brain for three minutes and change Ain't it strange, your fame is three minutes and change Let me finish explainin', break it down like a layman All the stuff that you sayin', ain't it all entertainin'? Uh, yeah (Red hot) molten lava Too hot for toddlers Too hot for you and your crew so don't bother I'm the globetrotter, party block rocker Heart and show stopper, break it off proper With lengths to go, yo The Jacques Cousteau with flow, and underground continental With words that blow The competitions straight to the door We'll rock it, Herbie Hancock it like '84, fo' sho' This jam is red hot A smooth brotha For real, we buckshots like that BlackMoon fella The backroom sellers makin' rap tunes illa The Killa flow spilla, the Chicago killa named 2na We come tramplin', your city and stand in We movin' in tandem, your crew couldn't phathom We reppin' the fashion, no mushin' and mashin' I'm through with you has-beens Your crew better cash in This jam is red hot When we're rockin' the spot If you like it or not This jam is red hot The vanguard of art Quick to put pen to the thought And nice from the minute I start, huh Maneuver well, I tell girls who can't tell They say since I don't look like Maxwell They think I can't mack well We them backpack boys, at your backdoor They can catch a cap like a hatch door Givin' the exact score Forever we fight for honor, yo Tight since we was labelmates with Mic Geronimo! Walking, stompin' in my big black boots It be the crew J5 and we're all in cahoots (Soon) to bring it to ya live, yo, that's what you paid for With skills much sharper than a Texas Chainsaw Yo, pipin' hot and your mic is not We steam from the pot, you wet like raindrops We fire with the brimstone Heat up your girl's erogenous zones With electrified sparks and poems This jam is red hot When we're rockin' the spot If you like it or not This jam is red hot This jam is red hot So let the ash blow We relieve static with a grammatic fiasco Don't even start me We rippin' up your party Put us on a marquee We clutch without the car keys This jam is red hot Mind blowa, syllable Sammy Sosa Dap the King's Cobra Huh, we come up to sun up thanks to Nu And you can say, I'm on his dick 'Cause you are too, come on! This jam is red hot When we're rockin' the spot If you like it or not This jam is red hot This jam is red hot When we're rockin' the spot If you like it or not This jam is red hot Don't take no shit from no white gringo Hell no, puto!
Writer(s): Charles Stewart, Courtenay Henderson, Kenneth Gonzales, Mark Potsic, Marc Stuart, Gabriel Roth, Dante Givens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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