[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Hope y'all ready for what's about to happen
Hope y'all ready for what's about to happen
Oh my god
Oh my god
Slip-N-Slide Records
Society, Miami
Word up, we 'bout to drop this hot shit for the world
For the world, for the world, for the world y'all
Hot shit, baby, yeah
Make 'em bounce, baby
Ayo, hot shit, hot shit, yeah
Society, Slip-N-Slide
I go by the name of DJ Khaled Arab Attack
Society, let 'em know, son...
[Verse 1]
I Welcome y'all to the dirty south cantina
Here we smoke good and everything look greener..
Now and then I get a contact from them sinners when
I should be home studying swimmin in my Dominican
Touch my brain it's a joy ride on the mother plane
Ordained ministry, Chemistry 101 so I can make the bomb shit and know just where to drop it at
I plot the coordinates dog , tell them where we at
We in the cockpit about to let off the hot shit
I check my compass for lattitude my mic your attitude
Splatter Crews, batter and bruise your team leader
Grill 'em like a fajita chop 'em put 'em in the heater
How many wanna fly but they scared of heights
Scared of mics, scared to write, they scared of light
Lookin for vampires all in hip hop attire, they all suck
They doin this loosely for a buck
[Chorus]
Hey yo, we came here to drop the hot shit
To make heads bop to this hot shit
DJ's rockin' hot shit
Blastin'
Hot shit, word up
Hey yo, we came here to drop the hot shit
To make heads bop to this hot shit
DJ's rockin' hot shit
Blastin'
Hot shit, word up
[Verse 2]
I was born with nothing, die with nothing, in between
I want everything the ring and the girl
Shake the world till they fear me like the last day of this millenium
My brain too quick and my shit process like Pentium
Super amazing, blazing the spot with this hotness
You can't believe don't let your ears deceive you we got this
We bout the southern competence, predominance, prominent competent for this new era while you floss with mascara
I'm worldwide without the web, grateful without the dead
Juicy without the fruit or the loops for the troops
I kick the ill titanic flow, side of black DiCaprio
There's one year to go the hot shit bout the blow
Feel the humidity , showing you face like humility
Trying to make more cheese than enemies through my lingual ability
Off the tranquility instability
Yo even people that's paralyzed is feelin me
[Chorus]
Hey yo, we came here to drop the hot shit
To make heads bop to this hot shit
DJ's rockin' hot shit
Blastin'
Hot shit, word up
Hey yo, we came here to drop the hot shit
To make heads bop to this hot shit
DJ's rockin' hot shit
Blastin'
Hot shit, word up
[Verse 3]
Since the breakdown, fake ass rappers this is the shakedown
One take you can't retaliate I lay it straight down
Ya'll niggas need an hour to come up with a verse
Bitch nigga's with no rehersal snatch the money out your purse
Then I'm gone, you can find me in the lab with the guard so deep
To guard my leak exchanging figures of speech
Reach for the goal and get your arms amputated
You said you was droppin the shit, but now you constipated
Imma put 'em in the water now
Imma give 'em what they order now
Seduce him introduce 'em to intellectual slaughter now
We the cure and the medicine, jetison the spray and the gel cap
Now clap if you can feel that, demand that star
These killers ain't up to par I'm live
Take 'em in the woods put a hole in one like Tiger
Survival of the fittest, is you real niggas with us? (Hell Yah)
[Chorus]
Hey yo, we came here to drop the hot shit
To make heads bop to this hot shit
DJ's rockin' hot shit
Blastin'
Hot shit, word up
Hey yo, we came here to drop the hot shit
To make heads bop to this hot shit
DJ's rockin' hot shit
Blastin'
Hot shit, word up
[Work In progress / incomplete]
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