Can U Make It Hot Lyrics - Singles - Do Or Die

[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, that's us 

(? ? ? ) fresh and baby love us 

The typical niggaz that, run through 

But don't let the typical niggaz, run you 

Runnin your thang baby, that's through 

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, I'm a goodfella 

Goin all out, what my daddy tell us 

The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous 

Fact(? ? ) you wait, and niggaz quality 

Characteristic pimpology 

And I been around the world on a oddysey 

So obviously, I live with the pledge 

It don't bother me, it don't bother me 

So obviously, and obviously 

I live with the pledge it don't bother me, c'mon 

Chorus: {female singers} 

Can you make it hot like this? 

Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, 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 you're, pa-pa 

Can you make it hot like this? .. 

[verse two] 

Check it out y'all 

One-two, one-two, who you? 

Ain't no jackin us, that's 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 coupe's 

(? ? ? ) skins and lucci suits 

Can I make it hot like this? (ahh) 

Can I make it hot like that? (ohh) 

See i'ma put it in mo', so, it be cold 

Somethin like superior when I'm bustin the flow'll 

Have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes) 

I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low 

Can't have the po-po catchin up 

But I can't 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 it's 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 I'm rockin the industry 

Cause cain't 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 you're killin me 

Picture me ballin, niggaz ain't ready 

Straight bitch (? ? ) when I rock the 40 

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, elmo's can't see 

Started a fire, but i'ma bring the heat 

Make it hot non-stop 

From the door to the rooftop 

Papi don't 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 

The rap (? ? ) soul'll put you under my control 

[verse four] 

Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin 

With some brothers that ain't really less fortunate 

But I'm 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 

Don't hold me down baby, let me up 

Recognize I'm a star, you hit with the (? ? ), you in class 

But you had to cut, there be rules to the game 

If you rushin then you asked to butt(? ) 

Ain't no time for no actin up, good game get me too 

Even if you mastered what? 

I'ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies 

And I bang with the true thugs 

Cheddar what 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 (? ? ) (? ? ) wanna spin in my cadillac 

Give it right back 

Chorus (repeat to fade w/ variations)