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    Can U Make It Hot

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    (feat. Mo Unique)
    [Verse One]
    We comin back to the scene with, no love
    Players to pimps and, mo thugs
    Chi-Town people we, stay plugged
    Awwww yeahhh, thats us
    Pardon my expression, baby love us
    The typical niggaz that, run through
    But dont let the typical niggaz, run you
    Money aint a thang baby, thats true
    And how much money could, serve you
    For the lucci baby that, burn you?
    When the streets is cold, this shit get hot
    Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot
    Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks
    Roam the street, like a rottweiler
    Remember Joe Pe-sci, Im a Goodfella
    Goin all out, what my daddy tell us
    The nigga got ahead, make em all jealous
    Infatuatin niggas quality
    Characteristic pimpology
    And I been around the world on a oddysey
    So obviously, I live with the pledge
    It dont bother me, it dont bother me
    So obviously, and obviously
    I live with the pledge it dont bother me, cmon
    [Chorus: (female singers)]
    Can you make it hot like this?
    Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause youre, pa-pa
    Can you make it hot like this?
    Can you make it hot like this?
    Can you make it hot like this?
    Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause youre, pa-pa
    Can you make it hot like this? ..
    [Verse Two]
    Check it out yall
    One-two, one-two, who you?
    Aint no jackin us, thats true
    Got spect taken away, you get loot
    Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped
    Catch em and check em, put em down but I wet em
    Put your fingers in the air and say, "Ya-ya"
    All my ladies say, "Ya-YA!"
    Poppa to me baby like, "Pa-pa"
    Drop-top Bentley, Benz and Coupes
    Lesbians in Lucci suits
    Can I make it hot like this? (AHH)
    Can I make it hot like that? (OHH)
    See Ima put it in mo, so, it be cold
    Somethin like superior when Im bustin the flowll
    Have you probably touchin yo toes (yo toes)
    I got the type of funk to make yo hoes get low
    Cant have the po-po catchin up
    But I cant picture us ridin bus
    Give you somethin make you scream
    Like the stuff from the triple beam
    Hit the scene baby and get the green baby
    And show em what it mean just to bling baby
    When we rock prop stop drop
    Niggaz down like, what what WHAT WHAT?
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three - Mo Unique]
    Uh oh its the M-O, U-N, I-Q-U-E
    Comin straight out of Phil-ly
    So you wanna make it hot like me?
    Wanna go toe to toe with me?
    Whether Im rockin the industry
    Cause caint nobody do it better than me
    Who got capacity to break it down
    Thinkin we weak in the knees?
    Wanna share it, say it to Your Majesty
    Stop it Dunn cause youre killin me
    Picture me ballin, niggaz aint ready
    Straight get jiggy when I rock the party
    Got the audacity to wanna battle with me
    But them skills you posess you could never compete
    Watch this low right here, fools like honey
    Had that body shakin from your head to feet
    Chickenheads comin up, Elmos cant see
    Started a fire, but Ima bring the heat
    Make it hot non-stop
    From the door to the rooftop
    Papi dont stop til these haters drop
    And we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot
    Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode
    To grab your soul, put you under my control
    [Verse Four]
    Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin
    With some brothers that aint really less fortunate
    But Im a brother that be ultimate
    I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it
    Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper
    Will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome
    How many chance you sposed to get? I be the brother in the club
    That be shinin with the goldish fit
    Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real
    And I love it when you sex me up
    Dont hold me down baby, let me up
    Recognize Im a star, you hit with the master, you in class
    But you had to cut, there be rules to the game
    If you rushin then you asked to butt
    Aint no time for no actin up, good game get me too
    Even if you mastered what?
    Ima man give a true love, laid back with the ladies
    And I bang with the true thugs
    Share the wealth with my crew what? Because a Chi brother know
    That a plugged on the same dove
    Let the world know I blew up, because I got on my top
    And I drop with a new cut
    Invent a style and they want that like that
    Seen a ho wanna spin in my Cadillac
    Give it right back
    [Chorus (repeat to fade w/ variations)]
    [ Can U Make It Hot Lyrics ]
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