Hot
J. Holiday | www.Marvin-Vibez.in Lyrics
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Fully growin' Benz
Searching for the butta 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
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 shit
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 bass
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 ass broke, but her pimp the man grow
[Chorus]
The song "Hot" by J. Holiday is an insightful representation of a man who is driving around town in his car, wearing expensive jewelry, and looking for a good time. He comes across a woman named Keisha who is interested in him and his lifestyle. However, the main question on his mind is whether she is attracted to him for who he is or just for his wealth and material possessions.
At first, the man seems to have a great time with Keisha, taking her out to dinner and showing off his flashy lifestyle. However, as the night goes on and he learns more about her motivations, he becomes disillusioned with the idea of women who sell their bodies for money and material possessions. He ultimately comes to the conclusion that he wants more than just a woman who is interested in him for his wealth.
The lyrics in the song provide an interesting commentary on the culture of materialism and superficiality that is often associated with hip-hop and rap music. The man in the song initially seems to be embracing this culture, but by the end of the song, he has begun to reject it entirely.
Overall, "Hot" is a thoughtful and introspective song that explores some of the deeper issues surrounding modern urban culture.
Line by Line Meaning
I was swerving through Queens
I was driving recklessly through Queens
Fully growin' Benz
I was driving a full-sized Mercedes-Benz
Searching for the butta through my Cartier lens system
I was searching for attractive women using my expensive Cartier sunglasses
Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec
I was playing my favorite mixtapes on my digital sound system
Rappin' to my mens
I was freestyling and talking with my friends
Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly
I saw a very alluring and unique woman with traits of both Rachel and Holly
My fav' is
She is my favorite type of woman
The smo' mo, crept up nice and slow
She approached me slowly and seductively
Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice
She was breathing on my jewelry to make it shine brighter
Crease my scar piece
She carefully examined my expensive jewelry
Laid back in my seat
I was relaxed in my car's seat
Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets
I was in a dangerous neighborhood called Bazely projects, on the less-traveled streets
Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge
The woman's name was Keisha, and she knew a lot about the streets
Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college
She smoked a little bit of marijuana but had aspirations to attend college
Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne
She was admiring my jewelry and smelling my cologne
She lived on the South side, so bring things on
She lived on the South side, so I can assume she had a tougher background
Honey got flavor, and it just don't stop
She had a unique charm and I couldn't resist her
Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks
I wondered if she was interested in me for me or just my expensive jewelry
[Chorus]
The chorus of the song
Your car make me hot, hot, hot
Your car is attractive to me
You just make me just hot, hot, hot
You are very attractive to me
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks
I like your expensive jewelry
They make me hot hot hot
Your jewelry makes me very interested in you
Baby boy don't stop stop stop
Baby boy, don't stop impressing me
You keep me hot hot hot
You keep me very interested
I'm a take you for all you've got
I plan to take advantage of your wealth
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Baby girl, stop selling yourself out
Check this out, uh
The artist is about to tell a story
She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York
She got into my car very confidently and in control
We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk
We quickly drove to an island in the city to eat and converse
Sourced up my keys to the valet cat
I handed my car keys to the valet
I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that
I glanced at her curves and was very interested
We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde
We drove quickly through the streets like two partners in crime
Scooby dooby hizza
The artist is using a slang term for marijuana
I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit
The singer is feeling the moment and decided to buy some blue marijuana for the occasion
Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh
The artist knows how wild and exciting these types of nights can be
I've got her right where I want her
The singer is feeling in control of the situation
Reality about to creep up on her
The singer feels like the woman will soon realize the situation is not as glamorous as it seems
Stroke her softly, gently with my G
The singer touched her gently with his expensive jewelry
While the light reflects off my ice p
The light is reflecting off the artist's expensive jewelry
Waiter, ice the Crystal, let it simmer
The artist asked the waiter to add ice to their champagne and let it sit
Lights too bright, here's a grand, make them dimmer
The singer paid extra money to have the lights lowered
I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop
The singer kept up a façade but couldn't control his true feelings
I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot
The artist doesn't mind spending money when he's really interested in someone
[Chorus]
The chorus of the song
You burst out of semi-top
The woman got out of the car excitedly
She pulled down the straps to her dress
She lowered the straps of her dress seductively
Reached in the back sparked up sess
She got some marijuana and started smoking it
Banging some Wu Tang feeling the bass
She was listening to Wu-Tang Clan and enjoying the beat
She said "Now would you want to sell your soul for chips,
She asked the singer if he would compromise his happiness for money
And give up girl to push whips?"
She asked if he would give up a relationship for the sake of status
Never miss some, spiritual down to my bone
The artist is saying he's never missed a true connection and is connected to his spirituality
Why you takin' jumbo in that zone
She asks why the artist is acting tough and aggressive
She said "I would do anything for money
She admits she would do anything for financial gain
Give deep pockets to my man's coats
She would provide money for her partner to make him feel more powerful
Take off my sleeves
She would remove her outer layers of clothing to be more revealing
Drop to my knees"
She would perform oral sex
Talking in my face
She was saying these things directly to the artist
Breath smelling like cheese
Her breath smelled bad, possibly due to the marijuana
I asked her
The artist responds to her statements
Shorty you degrade yourself
The singer believes she is acting in a degrading way
Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf
The singer believes she is selling herself out for the sake of jewelry
You turning me off, I can't lie
The singer is no longer interested due to her behavior
Keisha said "Why?"
Keisha questions why the artist feels that way
I said, "Yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,
The artist explains that it's hard to respect someone who sells themselves out for money
Then he correct that"
The singer is saying that if someone pays for sex or favors, there is no real connection or respect
Ice is the price for an overnight wife
The singer believes that some women are only interested in money and jewelry, even if they are not planning on staying with him long term
A true shark caller don't want that in his life
The artist believes that a successful and intelligent person would not want someone who sells themselves out for money in their life
So all you ladies that are selling your souls
The artist is addressing all women who sell themselves out for money
You need to put you hooker vibes on hold
The artist believes that women who behave like prostitutes should stop
Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,
The singer implies that Keisha is selling herself for money
Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow
Keisha doesn't have any money, but her pimp is successful and growing in power
[Chorus]
The chorus of the song
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO
Written by: ANTHONY SMITH, BERENT MOE, MICHAEL GARVIN
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@wongiemanda3827
We don't search for old songs,
we search for old memories.
@wavxyshaun8799
Perfectly said 🤝🏾
@namayanjarosemary4554
Golden memories
@animeworldsensei
Eish man..where's J holiday?
@jreyno264
It was spring 08 . I was working at wendy's. She was older than me and a lesbian . When I say it was this song that sealed the deal
@jessicas.4986
Amen on that
@rayligiousss991
As the new Mexican boy at the school in VA, I didn't speak any English, but there was this beautiful girl in my math class who took her time to teach me by sharing some music, including this song. After about 2 months of hanging out on a daily basis, we started dating and we were almost inseparable. One day while she was visiting her grandma in Vermont, some drunk driver crashed into her and she lost her life, along with her dad 😔 . She was the sweetest person you could ever meet. I miss her so much 😭 . I listen to this song imagining her by my side.
@emilemonk2885
Damn i feel your pain...i can imagine,strongs
@rikothonmarshall1910
Touching story there bro
@dericflairmultiverse4952
oh dayum im so sorry shes listening with yoi in heaven