Hot! lyrics

Artist  : Lisa `left Eye` Lopes 
Song : Hot!



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														   5, 9 (10, 11), 12, 18 (what!)

 

 She's the one you thought would never do a solo
LP

 Yeah, now what chick could outsell me?

 Drama comes in dozens and I know you love it

 A rose is still a rose, so I rose above it

 The more that they see the woman got a mind of
her own

 The less that they want a part of my throne, it
figures

 But the more they compare me to the ones they
could own

 They know they never should have left me
alone

 I'm bigga

 No doubt

 Money gang and my G's is up

 Treat me like David Blaine and freeze me up

 Let me address the issue 

 I'm super not superficial

 Spoil me

 The only statement I'm makin' is royalties (rock
the dollars)

 Seven digits never under my bank account hold

 Numbers like your phone number, plus area
code

 Gamble with your career 

 Go ahead chance her

 See what happened with scrubs on my records

 Deserve answers

 

 Oh Left Eye 

 What's happenin'?

 Everybody wanna know where the hell you been

 Oh Left Eye

 Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs

 Everybody loves Miss Left Eye

 What's happenin'?

 Everybody wanna know where the hell you been

 Oh Left Eye

 Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs

 Everybody loves Miss Left Eye

 

 Hot hot (burn)

 Hot hot

 Hot hot hot (burn)

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 Hot hot hot (burn)

 Hot hot

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 L-E-F-T-E-Y-E

 Hot hot

 

 3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15

 

 Whole bunch of names on your credit in pubs

 Tryin' to be loved

 I'm 30 mill and a fan club

 What you got signed for 

 I spent on some rugs

 DVD's and TV's and that's just in the car

 Borderline genius 

 Scientists swear by me

 Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body

 Gave you auditions

 They say I'm a gymnast in business

 My summersault your positions

 Waste not whatnot

 I don't want your nothing

 On top she's hot

 No discussion

 I'm a diva

 Teacher (to the rap game)

 Here when it started I'll be here when it
change

 Started more careers than Quincy Jones

 Other rap chicks actin' funny since she's
home

 Do it again and again

 Expect her to

 Left Eye you expect me to respect you too

 

 Oh Left Eye 

 What's happenin'?

 Everybody wanna know where the hell you been

 Oh Left Eye

 Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs

 Everybody loves Miss Left Eye

 What's happenin'?

 Everybody wanna know where the hell you been

 Oh Left Eye

 Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs

 Everybody loves Miss Left Eye

 

 Hot hot (burn)

 Hot hot

 Hot hot hot (burn)

 Hot hot

 Hot hot hot (burn)

 Hot hot

 Hot hot

 L-E-F-T-E-Y-E

 Hot hot

 

 Hot hot (burn)

 Hot hot

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 Hot hot hot (burn)

 Hot hot

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 L-E-F-T-E-Y-E

 Hot hot