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Akbar - Hot Ya Hot lyrics
( *scratching of* )
(So hot)
(Ya know it's hot)
(Guaranteed hot shit)
[ CHORUS ]
 We now interrupt your regularly scheduled programmin
 Of hours of commercial rap and slow jammin
 To bring you the latest news and scientific breakthroughs
 A special update for those who woke up late
 Heard my last jam but didn't quite get it
 You took my tape home, put it on but couldn't fit it
 You wouldn't admit it, but you bit it
 You tried to swallow it but couldn't follow it, you shouldn'ta did it
 Y'all cats need to quit it, I'm sayin, stop playin with it
 You, your crew and your DJ can hit it
 It's time to clean out your locker
 And make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme rocker
 Boom-shaka-laka, park-jam-street-blocker
 '81 summer heat, 'Big Beat' knocker
 Rang-dang-doogie-da-dang-da-dang-doogie
 Tootie bang-bang, 2 train to the Boogie
 Born in the Bronx, raised in Manhattan
 I been to Brooklyn, Queens and Staten
 Am I still rappin - what you're tryin to tell me?
 Hit em with the 12", slap em with the LP
 God please help me to understand you
 Walkin round frontin like you got somethin brand new
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 Now I don't know what y'all been told
 But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold
 If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop
 And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop
 If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top
 And if ya can't rap then ya needs to stop
(Ya know it's hot)
 Yo, this is not a test
 (Ya know it's hot)
 Yo, this is not a test
 So I hope you got your vest
 Unless you wanna feel hot steel in your chestAkbar - Hot Ya Hot - http://motolyrics.com/akbar/hot-ya-hot-lyrics.html
 [ VERSE 2 ]
 Nobody gets out alive till the cops arrive
 A shot from a .45 couldn't stop my vibe
 Phase me or daze me, nobody plays me
 Five-o shot at me, but yo, they gotta be crazy
 They only grazed me, I had to be swayze
 My mama always told me not to be lazy
 See, back in the days we used to breathe and live this
 When grabbin a mic wasn't a right but a privilege
 When you came to the party had to be prepared
 When you stepped to the stage I could see you're scared
 Don't even bring it to me, I'ma take it there
 Your whole crew just against me just to make it fair
 Now who wanna mess around and test the sound
 And try to pick it up when you can't put it down
[ CHORUS ]
 See I don't know what y'all been told
 But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold
 If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop
 And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop
 If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top
 And if ya can't rap...
[ VERSE 3 ]
 Then you needs to stop runnin off at the mouth
 You can even step forth, break north or fly south
 Look east, go west, now choose who's the best
 Who spit that hot shit that'll bruise your flesh
 Tell me who rocks the boat and who steers the rudders?
 Who brings home the bread and prepares the buttas?
 I got rap pages that collapse stages
 My style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cages
 I cause more scare than Godzilla
 Guerilla warfare, there's a stone cold killer
 The kid from the Bronx who stomps your whole villa
 Uptown, gimme the crown, there is none iller
 You're still a part-time, petty crime nickel and dime
 With two feet on a street corner kickin a rhyme
 You shoulda kept it real from Jump Street
 Record sales slump, you got cut off like lunch meat
 Life, thou's strife now, don't it feel strange
 To be on top then get dropped like loose change?
 I guess when ya hot ya hot
 And when you choose to snooze then you lose your spot
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