Hott 2 Deff - Lyrics Born

Get up, get down, get on the floor

C’mon, ain’t that what y’all came here for?

Get off the wall, on the count of four

C’mon un, deux, trois…

I’m hot to death, I’m hot to death

I’m hot to death, I’m hot to death

I’m hot to death, I’m hot to death

I’m hot to death, I’m hot to death

Who’s really wit me?

Goin city to city

Doin it real big, it ain’t a thang if any

Baby, y’all ain’t ready;

I’m so exquisite

So clean, so sharp, chopped like a machete

Wanna taste of Remy — gimme Amaretti

And some 5150, y’all know already

Get crunk, go dumb, go stupid, go silly

Cause life’s too short, baby, I ain’t trippin

All my fellas wit' me, need to get on your grizzy

Too many winners in the building no to put your bid in

All the women in the vicinity lookin so pretty

Make it really difficult for me to stay committed (HEY!)

I’m hot to death, I’m hot to death

I’m hot to death, I’m hot to death

I’m hot to death, I’m hot to death

I’m hot to death, I’m hot to death

Who the syllable killa, slash verbal guerilla?

Thinkin ain’t nobody illa than the one in the mirror

2na comin equipped, and I’m runnin my script

Like information from an anonymous tip

Marijuana we twist, and if I don’t get lit

Make a bundle from the words that we mumble and spit

While the party people move to the sure-shot groove

Ain’t got shit to prove cause we comin legit

Men, women, and children, Manphib in the building

More than a civilian, shit, I’m one in a million

Killin 'em until you notice that I’m not the rest

Makin heat that’ll stop yo' breath, watch yo' step

Get up, get down, get on the floor

C’mon, ain’t that what y’all came here for?

Get off the wall, on the count of four

C’mon un, deux, trois…

One step, two step-out tonight

Like TNT, we dynamite

Get off the wall on the count of four

C’mon, un, deux, trois…

Uh, who’s really wit' me?

Goin city to city

By the way that people feel me you would think I was Diddy

Cause I’m makin a killin, and I’m sittin so pretty

Ridin high like a hippie in the Coupe DeVilly

Who wanna get wit' me?

Y’all thinkin y’all witty

Y’all ain’t sayin nothin and your sound is tinny

Really stop bein silly, y’all bein so petty

Quit cryin like a baby, get up off the titty (HEY!)

Light it up like Teddy, cause I’m +Raw+ like Eddie

Tear it up, tear it down, shred it like confetti

Then I’m jetty like a Chevy on fresh Pirellis

I’m talking «Venni Vetti Vicci», baby, the rest is history

Get up, get down, get on the floor

C’mon, ain’t that what y’all came here for?

Get off the wall, on the count of four

C’mon un, deux, trois…

One step, two step-out tonight

Like TNT, we dynamite

Get off the wall on the count of four

C’mon, un… deux…

Un, deux, trois!