Trackmasters - Make It Hot lyrics

Intro: Aha , y'nahmean? Word up, just wanna bring em to it real Real rugged like, uhh, man Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean? Go diggin, uhh check it I bring the bu*ter, huh Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh I got the fam rollin like brothers, huh We in the mecca, Moey, rollie glistenin Rainin on n***as so bad they think it's drizzlin Ground zero funk track it's mega Doin wild damage to your arm, legga legga Who's that? The bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques Pumpin blends, creepin up the backstreets Throw your rocks up high and let em gleam It's the Uncle what? Uncle L makes a wild scene And I be blowin all the rookies out the frame And they be knowin Uncle's flowin in the game Queens to uptown I'm gettin down for my crown When you see me comin thru just gimme a pound And say.... Yeah I'm bout to wet it up, get it up Take a track, drape it in j**els and set it up I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker I'm open, I let the funk soak in I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin Yeah son I'm all up in ya mix Ya callin in your clique, I'm bawlin wit'cha trick Golden rocks fallin off my neck and wrists When I breeze by, you be groovin in the midst Of my cycle, every move I make is vital Crucial, official, brothers sayin "L we miss you" Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques While you're bawlin in the coupe you know I had to get the six Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me Get me, I want the CREAM, baby hit me Now take it to the bridge Bridge: (Keep it comin baby) (Keep it comin baby) (Keep it comin baby) (Keep it comin baby) Keep on *repeat x3* Somebody tell me the way I keep comin up Funk runnin up and mad spots is blowin up It gets hot when I manifest melodies Beatin n***as all in their heads, so what you tellin me? Get your drink on, throw you mink on Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin bout I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture Swervin curbs, servin as I fixed ya Formulated and combinated, the people congregated You frontin for nothin, your crew is overrated And I'ma take it on down to the AM Keep the drama flowin til the party cave in Uhh, I get you open, baby come and get a fix Yo, that's word to mother I be droppin mad sh** Let's organise, bounce together for real son Trick a little though, sip a little Moe, peace one Outro: (Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby (Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby (Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby (Keep it comin baby) Keep on *repeat x4*