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[Featuring Lonnie B] 
(Make it hot) x2 
Uh! Uh! Ah! 
Chorus 
I make it hot! (How hot?) Hot enough to fry 
(How hot?) Hotter than your front porch in July 
(Now that's hot!) Real hot  'bout a hundred and two 
(I make it hot) Brothas won't even stand next to you 
(Make it hot) 
Verse 1: Danja Mowf 
It's so hard to say goodbye  so I 
Take with me the memory of your good try 
You could fry like grease in the skillet 
I'm the heat, feel it, you got beef? Kill it! 
Squash it, coz your girl was like, "Oh my gosh!" 
It's just the MC make my spot get hot, time to wash it 
Do shit, coz I'm comin' through with some new shit 
Who, shit, you? Shit! Who you talkin' to? (shit!) 
I be runnin' through shit, bring your whole crew, shit 
I get funky as ??? bottom of your shooooe (shit!) 
Yeah yeah baby hah! 
Tryin' to see my style is like tryin' to see to Panama! 
NAH! Mo' like, tryin' to stop a cannon ball! 
NAH! Mo' like, shavin' with a chainsaw! 
NAH! Blahzay blah shimmy ya (what!) 
I can make no sense and I can still be raw 
Chorus x2 
Verse 2: Lonnie B 
Lonnie B and Danja Mowf are here to show y'all brothas straight up 
(what!) 
That on a scale from one to ten, y'all need to get your weight up 
Step and get ate up, with the cross on the fader 
When it's time to Set It Off, I show my ass, like Jada (uh!) 
(Make it hot) 
I rock like Raider (what!), hit me on my pager 
If you wanna hear the sounds of the 804 flava 
Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin' that they hate us 
Coz we be the Super Friendz movie makers (once in a while!) 
I used to have trap, but keep it full of paper 
But now I got a pocket full of papers, she jockin', I'ma take her 
Taste her, no need to rape her 
Oh! I'll have her kneeling like the center for the Lakers 
I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a playa (what!) 
Unless you talkin' 'bout a PlayStation or a Sega 
And show Biz, like Markie, dis and catch the Vapors 
Peace party people, ha haa! Catch you later 
Chorus x2 
We make it hot! 
(Make it hot) 
[Erykah Badu on "On & On"]: "The-the-the-the world keeps burning!" 
We make it hot! 
(Make it hot) 
"The---the---(uh!)the-the world keeps burning!" (uh-huh!) 
We make it hot! 
(Make it hot) 
"The-the-the(no question!)the-the-the world keeps burning!" (uh!) 
We make it hot! 
"The-the world kee-kee---keeps burn-burning!" 
Verse 3: Danja Mowf & Lonnie B 
I keep burning down your world 
Long as rappers keep being wack, I unfurl 
On the track, coz I'm like a thousand pound girl 
Fat! Doing me is like a thousand pound curl 
Impossible, coz I'm like a thousand pound pearl 
Priceless, on the mic 
Just bustin' nuts like a thousand pound squirrel 
I hurl, a thousand MCs in the b'rrel (what!) 
And mix 'em up and drink 'em like Moet, till I hurl! 
Rappers don't understand, I live day to day for a battle 
Get you knock rock like gravel, now you layin' on your shadow 
(uh-huh!) 
Who you? Coz I'm that brotha who can do you 
Quicker than sistas do the Butterfly when they hear Buju 
Yeah, I used to goo-goo 
Now I'm that rapper tappin' asses, like toilet water splashes when you 
doo-doo 
All y'all rappers out there that buck at this (uh!) 
Are just like blind men having sex 
You don't know who you fuckin' with! 
(Hoo! I don't even believe you sayin' that Shug!) 
Go ahead, coz I'm just tryin' to make hot 
(How hot?) Hot enough to fry 
(How hot?) Hotter than your front porch in July 
(Now that's hot!) Real hot, 'bout a hundred and two 
(I make it hot) Brothas won't even stand next to you 
Chorus 
(Make it hot) x2

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