Ll Cool J - Hot Hot Hot lyrics

I was swerving through Queens Fully growin' Benz Searching for the bu*ta through my Cartier lens system Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec Rappin' to my mens Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly My fav' is The smo' mo, crept up nice and slow Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice Crease my scar piece Laid back in my seat Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne She lived on the South side, so bring things on Honey got flavor, and it just don't stop Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks [Chorus] Your car make me hot, hot, hot You just make me just hot, hot, hot I like your rocks, rocks, rocks They make me hot hot hot Baby boy don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'm a take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check this out, uh She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk Sourced up my keys to the valet cat I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde Scooby dooby hizza I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type sh** Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh I've got her right where I want her Reality about to creep up on her Stroke her softly, gently with my G While the light reflects off my ice p Waiter, ice the Crystal, let it simmer Lights too bright, here's a grand, make them dimmer I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot [Chorus] You burst out of semi-top She pulled down the straps to her dress Reached in the back sparked up sess Banging some Wu Tang feeling the ba** She said "Now would you want to sell your soul for chips, And give up girl to push whips?" Never miss some, spiritual down to my bone Why you takin' jumbo in that zone She said "I would do anything for money Give deep pockets to my man's coats Take off my sleeves Drop to my knees" Talking in my face Breath smelling like cheese I asked her Shorty you degrade yourself Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf You turning me off, I can't lie Keisha said "Why?" I said, "Yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid, Then he correct that" Ice is the price for an overnight wife A true shark caller don't want that in his life So all you ladies that are selling your souls You need to put you hooker vibes on hold Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll, Dead a** broke, but her pimp the man grow [Chorus]