Lyrics of Song Make It Hot

Intro:

Aha , y´nahmean?
Word up, just wanna bring em to it real
Real rugged like, uhh, man
Make me feel like i´m method out and all that, y´nahmean?
Go diggin, uhh check it

I bring the butter, huh
Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh
I´m mad sharp like a box cutter, huh
I got the fam rollin like brothers, huh
We in the mecca, moey, rollie glistenin
Rainin on niggas so bad they think it´s drizzlin
Ground zero funk track it´s mega
Doin wild damage to your arm, legga legga
Who´s that? the bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques
Pumpin blends, creepin up the backstreets
Throw your rocks up high and let em gleam
It´s the uncle what? uncle l makes a wild scene
And i be blowin all the rookies out the frame
And they be knowin uncle´s flowin in the game
Queens to uptown i´m gettin down for my crown
When you see me comin thru just gimme a pound
And say....

Yeah
I´m bout to wet it up, get it up
Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up
I´m so nasty with mines, i warm it up like raw liquor
Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker
I´m open, i let the funk soak in
I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin
Yeah son i´m all up in ya mix
Ya callin in your clique, i´m bawlin wit´cha trick
Golden rocks fallin off my neck and wrists
When i breeze by, you be groovin in the midst
Of my cycle, every move i make is vital
Crucial, official, brothers sayin "l we miss you"
Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques
While you´re bawlin in the coupe you know i had to get the six
Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me
Get me, i want the cream, baby hit me

Now take it to the bridge

Bridge:

(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby) keep on
*repeat x3*

Somebody tell me the way i keep comin up
Funk runnin up and mad spots is blowin up
It gets hot when i manifest melodies
Beatin niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin me?
Get your drink on, throw you mink on
Let your head nod, stick it out, that´s what i´m talkin bout
I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture
Swervin curbs, servin as i fixed ya
Formulated and combinated, the people congregated
You frontin for nothin, your crew is overrated
And i´ma take it on down to the am
Keep the drama flowin til the party cave in
Uhh, i get you open, baby come and get a fix
Yo, that´s word to mother i be droppin mad shit
Let´s organise, bounce together for real son
Trick a little though, sip a little moe, peace one

Outro:

(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep on
*repeat x4*