Too Hot

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Feel good, don't it, Pap?

Congratulations my nigga

We fuckin' hot nigga, yeah

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

How many more times we gon have to kill it

We so hot we might as well barbecue and grill it

Muhfucka, tailor-made pony skin on my Louis jacket

Hey, Pap is now inducted in a disrespectful tax bracket

Flipmode, bitch, you already know in conjunction with Street Sweeper

Come enjoy the fuckin show, peep

Enhancing the situation, I be the answer

Spit fire hot, I'm developing sores of skin cancer

Niggas is buggin' and coverin' they mouth

Still wondering on how the situation came about

Keep tryin to figure it out, while we continue to upgrade

Fryin your brain cell, tryna study every move made

We hotter than a drug block, police we duckin' em

Even duckin' them bitches hallucinating we fuckin' em

It feel good don't it Pap, real big

With million dollar yard space not including the crib

[Verse 2: Papoose]

Too hot for living, too hot for dying

Too hot for laughing, I'm too hot for crying

Too hot for math, too hot for science

Too hot for them cause they not hot as I am

Too hot for sessions, too hot for blessings

So hot that I'm too hot for Hot 97

Too hot for internet, too hot for TV

Too hot for MTV VH1 BET

Too hot for magazines, too hot for movies

Too hot for cars, I'm too hot for jewelery

Too hot for interviews, too hot for interludes

Too hot for criminals, too hot for principal

Too hot for miserable broke individuals

Too hot for soldiers, I'm too hot for generals

Too hot to listen to, hope I'm convincing you

Don't ever think you too hot, that could finish you