Текст песни Missy Elliott - I`m Really Hot
Missy Elliott - I`m Really Hot слова песни
Ho!.....HoHo!.....Ho,Go Go!Ho!.....HoHo!.....Ho,Go Go!I`m..I`m..I`m..I`m..I`m Really ReallyHot..Hot.Hot.Hot..Hot(scratches)(Verse 1)Let me holla at the DJCome on DJ put that record on the replayDon`t you see how them bitches move they bootyEvery time you play this record smell they coochie, follow themScreamin like a groupieMisdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochieFuck them haters, haters fuck whatever you sayBecause you know I`m too cool for you anywayI`m just a bad bitch M-I-S missI`m gone keep talking shit till you get thisI`m gone bust up in the club with no guest listThe other artists I`ll keep em` all restlessI don`t french kiss, unless it`s 50 centVivica we can share him like the presidentTabloids I don`t care it`s irrelaventI`m heaven sent now watch how I do this shit(Chorus)Ho!.....Ho(I`m..I`m..I`m..I`m)Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!Ho!.....Ho(Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot)Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!I`m really, really hotevery time my records dropRadio says I won`t stopcause I`m killin` em(Verse 2)You don`t know what you talking boutPeople thank I was Suge when I come outMy album hit hard when I roll outY`all records make a bitch wanna throw em out, and that`s no doubtSee I rock bells, Fly as hell and cool as it verdells baby can`t you tellI lick my lips like I`m LLAnd I`m doin it & doin it & doin it wellSrtaight to the hotelI`m sober bitch so boy you gets tailKiss kiss and still you gets nowhereJust two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfairI`m a hot gal, fly cars & stars in strip bars it aint hot if I`m not thereI`m a true playa, you can find me up in any record store hurry up & get yours(Chorus)(Verse 3)Look, let me move to the leftGo Head, let me feel myselfTouch my chest my sweatShow the DJ how I shake my brestJingle, Jingle, JangleWatch how my glu-de-ous dangleI do a one-two step STOP!No I aint done yetEverybody in the club go to workTight jeans, crop shirts, short skirtsI`m gone rock to the beat till it hurtI`m gone drop it on the street yeah you heardHaters I flip the bird, Got guns so what I aint screadI came to boogy and swerve, Hang-line folk that`s my word(Chorus & Release yourself)Release...yourselfRelease...yourselfI`m Really Hot(scratches)