Make It Hot

Lyrics

[Chorus] I, I came to put it down Straight from New York to da A-Town Haters wanna see me down I ain't even put, put, put it down And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-Oh And if I skip em' or chip em' they gon be like-No Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' cause they already-Know This real music, I make it hot (Oh) [Verse 1] It's Little Mama, voice of the young people Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed..Whoa! I'm about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flow After me, that's as far as it goes Cause Little Mama got whips and chains The only time you see bucks is at a [?] Been G'd up since Hawk was slain So you doubt me, you doubt ya brain Must, must be insane for ever thinkin' that a chick like B, could ever, ever see a chick like me (That's crazy!) And if you ever thought it might be Then you betta step ya J-O-B, up baby! Been crazy since I was a baby! Now ya girl switch, write bars, and spit crazy Let the whole world know I gets crazy! With the music, I make it hot! [Chorus] I, I came to put it down Straight from New York to da A-Town Haters wanna see me down I ain't even put, put, put it down And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-Oh And if I skip em' or chip em' they gon be like-No Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' cause they already-Know This real music, I Make It-Oh [Verse 2] Hot, hot my lyrics be popping Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy The way that I be rocking, they probably think I'm cocky But they don't know about me, I grab it til I lock it-Down They pointin' fingaz and chose me cause I'm a hold it-Down I'm spittin records and bet this you can't control it-Now They spinning' records and notice that I'ma hold it-Down This real music, I make it pop! [Verse 3] Pop, pop, dough school, pro too Get in da booth and I'ma show you how a pro do Me to you whom Not even I could stand up when I Why try look, my eyes don't lie I don't see nobody close as I I been lookin' through my periphial vision and I Start to wonder hypnosed is I Nobody as, nice as I remember that I, I, I [Chorus] I, I came to put it down Straight from New York to da A-Town Haters wanna see me down I ain't even put, put, put it down And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-Oh And if I skip em' or chip em' they gon be like-No Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' cause they already-Know This real music, I make it hot! [Outro] It's Little Mama! Voice of the Young People! This real music, I make it pop! It's Little Mama!!!!