Ho!.....Ho
Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
Ho!.....Ho
Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
I`m..I`m..I`m..I`m..I`m Really Really
Hot..Hot.Hot.Hot..Hot(scratches)
(Verse 1)
Let me holla at the DJ
Come on DJ put that record on the replay
Don`t you see how them bitches move they booty
Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them
Screamin like a groupie
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochie
Fuck them haters, haters fuck whatever you say
Because you know I`m too cool for you anyway
I`m just a bad bitch M-I-S miss
I`m gone keep talking shit till you get this
I`m gone bust up in the club with no guest list
The other artists I`ll keep em` all restless
I don`t french kiss, unless it`s 50 cent
Vivica we can share him like the president
Tabloids I don`t care it`s irrelavent
I`m heaven sent now watch how I do this shit
(Chorus)
Ho!.....Ho(I`m..I`m..I`m..I`m)
Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
Ho!.....Ho(Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot)
Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
I`m really, really hot
every time my records drop
Radio says I won`t stop
cause I`m killin` em
(Verse 2)
You don`t know what you talking bout
People thank I was Suge when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Y`all records make a bitch wanna throw em out, and that`s no doubt
See I rock bells, Fly as hell and cool as it verdells baby can`t you tell
I lick my lips like I`m LL
And I`m doin it & doin it & doin it well
Srtaight to the hotel
I`m sober bitch so boy you gets tail
Kiss kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfair
I`m a hot gal, fly cars & stars in strip bars it aint hot if I`m not there
I`m a true playa, you can find me up in any record store hurry up & get yours
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Look, let me move to the left
Go Head, let me feel myself
Touch my chest my sweat
Show the DJ how I shake my brest
Jingle, Jingle, Jangle
Watch how my glu-de-ous dangle
I do a one-two step STOP!
No I aint done yet
Everybody in the club go to work
Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts
I`m gone rock to the beat till it hurt
I`m gone drop it on the street yeah you heard
Haters I flip the bird, Got guns so what I aint scread
I came to boogy and swerve, Hang-line folk that`s my word
(Chorus & Release yourself)
Release...yourself
Release...yourself
I`m Really Hot(scratches)
