[verse one]

We comin back to the scene with, no love

Players to pimps and, mo' thugs

Chi-town people we, stay plugged

Awwww yeahhh, that's us

(???) fresh and baby love us

The typical niggaz that, run through

But don't let the typical niggaz, run you

Runnin your thang baby, that's through

And how much money could, serve you

For the lucci baby that, burn you?

When the streets is cold, this shit get hot

Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot

Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks

Roam the street, like a rottweiler

Remember joe pe-sci, i'm a goodfella

Goin all out, what my daddy tell us

The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous

Fact(??) you wait, and niggaz quality

Characteristic pimpology

And i been around the world on a oddysey

So obviously, i live with the pledge

It don't bother me, it don't bother me

So obviously, and obviously

I live with the pledge it don't bother me, c'mon



Chorus: {female singers}



Can you make it hot like this?

Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa

Can you make it hot like this?

Can you make it hot like this?

Can you make it hot like this?

Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa

Can you make it hot like this? ..



[verse two]

Check it out y'all

One-two, one-two, who you?

Ain't no jackin us, that's true

Got 'spect taken away, you get loot

Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped

Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but i wet 'em

Put your fingers in the air and say, "ya-ya"

All my ladies say, "ya-ya!"

Poppa to me baby like, "pa-pa"

Drop-top bentley, benz and coupe's

(???) skins and lucci suits

Can i make it hot like this? (ahh)

Can i make it hot like that? (ohh)

See i'ma put it in mo', so, it be cold

Somethin like superior when i'm bustin the flow'll

Have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes)

I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low

Can't have the po-po catchin up

But i can't picture us ridin bus

Give you somethin make you scream

Like the stuff from the triple beam

Hit the scene baby and get the green baby

And show 'em what it mean just to bling baby

When we rock prop stop drop

Niggaz down like, what what what what?



Chorus



[verse three - mo unique]

Uh oh it's the m-o, u-n, i-q-u-e

Comin straight out of phil-ly

So you wanna make it hot like me?

Wanna go toe to toe with me?

Whether i'm rockin the industry

Cause cain't nobody do it better than me

Who got capacity to break it down

Thinkin we weak in the knees?

Wanna share it, say it to your majesty

Stop it dunn cause you're killin me

Picture me ballin, niggaz ain't ready

Straight bitch (??) when i rock the 40

Got the audacity to wanna battle with me

But them skills you posess you could never compete

Watch this low right here, fools like honey

Had that body shakin from your head to feet

Chickenheads comin up, elmo's can't see

Started a fire, but i'ma bring the heat

Make it hot non-stop

From the door to the rooftop

Papi don't stop til these haters drop

And we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot

Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode

The rap (??) soul'll put you under my control



[verse four]

Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin

With some brothers that ain't really less fortunate

But i'm a brother that be ultimate

I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it

Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper

Will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome

How many chance you sposed to get? i be the brother in the club

That be shinin with the goldish fit

Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real

And i love it when you sex me up

Don't hold me down baby, let me up

Recognize i'm a star, you hit with the (??), you in class

But you had to cut, there be rules to the game

If you rushin then you asked to butt(?)

Ain't no time for no actin up, good game get me too

Even if you mastered what?

I'ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies

And i bang with the true thugs

Cheddar what with my crew what? because a chi brother know

That a plugged on the same dove

Let the world know i blew up, because i got on my top

And i drop with a new cut

Invent a style and they want that like that

Seen (??) (??) wanna spin in my cadillac

Give it right back



Chorus (repeat to fade w/ variations)