Hot
The Beatnuts ft.Greg Nice Lyrics
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uh, uh, uh
I was swerving thru Queens
Fully growin' benz
Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system
Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec
Rappin' to my mens
My shit is
The slo mo, crept up nice and slow
Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice
Crease my scar peice
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 southside, so bring things on
Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop
Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks
Your carmake me hot hot hot
You just make me just hot hot hot
Iike you're 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 icp
Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer
Lights to 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
Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me just hot hot hot
I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy just don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'll take you for all you've got
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Check yourself, uh
You burst out of semi-???
She pulled down the staps to her dress
Reached in the ? sparked up sess
Banging some Wu Tang feeling the ??
She said "Now would you wanna 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 anthing for ?????
Give deep ? to ? man coats
Take off my ??
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 turnin' 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 you're 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
Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I Iike you're 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 yourself, uh
Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I Iike you're 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 yourself, uh
Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I Iike you're 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 yourself, uh
The Beatnuts ft. Greg Nice's song "Hot" tells the story of a man cruising through Queens in his car, looking for an elusive woman who he finally finds. He takes her on a date to City Island, and they have a good time together. However, the woman expresses her willingness to do anything for money, including sacrificing her pride and self-respect. The man reminds her that there is more to life than material possessions and warns her against "selling her soul" for material gain.
The lyrics are full of vivid descriptions of the characters and their surroundings. The use of slang and colloquial language gives the song a distinctive flavor and a sense of realism. The story raises questions about the cost of materialism and the importance of self-respect and dignity in a society that often values money above all else.
Overall, "Hot" is a catchy and memorable song that delivers a powerful message in an entertaining way. The Beatnuts' skillful use of wordplay and Greg Nice's energetic delivery make this song a classic of 1990s hip-hop.
Line by Line Meaning
I was swerving thru Queens
I was driving around aimlessly in Queens
Fully growin' benz
Driving a fully-grown (i.e. expensive) Mercedes-Benz car
Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system
Using my expensive Cartier glasses to search for something good (i.e. attractive women) nearby
Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec
Playing nothing but the best music on my digital Startec car stereo system
Rappin' to my mens
Rapping with my friends
Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly
Then saw an extremely attractive and unique woman who had features of both Rachel and Holly
The slo mo, crept up nice and slow
Approached her slowly and seductively
Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice
Breathing on my jewelry to clean and make it sparkly
Crease my scar peice
Straighten out my scarface chain
Laid back in my seat
Relaxed in my car's seat
Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets
Near the Bazely projects in the less-crowded streets
Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge
Her name was Keisha and she was well-versed in street life
Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college
She smoked some marijuana but was planning to attend college
Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne
Admiring my jewelry and smelling my cologne
She lived on the southside, so bring things on
She lived on the southside, so let's get things started
Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop
Keisha is attractive and has a great personality
Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks
Is she interested in me as a person, or just my money and jewelry?
She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York
She got into my car like she owned the city
We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk
We drove to City Island to enjoy some seafood and conversation
Sourced up my keys to the valet cat
Gave my car keys to the valet guy
I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that
I looked at Keisha's butt and thought about pursuing her
We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde
We drove around in my car like partners in crime
Scooby dooby hizza
A meaningless line to fill in the rhyme
I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit
I'm enjoying the mood, switched on the blue color for the light to create a video-like atmosphere
Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh
Knowing how passionately the night is going to turn out
I've got her right where I want her
Keisha is right where I want her to be in this moment
Reality about to creep up on her
She is about to face the truth
Stroke her softly, gently with my G
Gently touching her with my hand
While the light reflects off my icp
While light reflects off my expensive jewelry
Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer
Asking the waiter to bring chilled drinks to cool down the chemistry between us
Lights too bright, here's a grand make them dimmer
The lights are too bright, here's a thousand dollars to make them dimmer
I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop
I kept lying to her and playing games despite knowing I shouldn't
I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot
I'm willing to spend a lot of money when she looks that good
You burst out of semi-???
The lyrics are unclear and unintelligible
She pulled down the staps to her dress
She lowered the straps of her dress
Reached in the ? sparked up sess
Reached for the marijuana and lit a joint
Banging some Wu Tang feeling the ??
Listening to some Wu-Tang Clan and feeling the music
She said "Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips, and give up girl to push whips?"
Asking if I would give up everything (including my values) to pursue superficial wealth and luxury
Never miss some spiritual down to my bone
Never forget my spiritual beliefs that form the very foundation of my being
Why you takin' jumbo in that zone
Why are you taking drugs in that area?
She said "I would do anthing for ????? Give deep ? to ? man coats Take off my ?? Drop to my knees"
The lyrics are unclear and unintelligible
Talking in my face, breath smelling like cheese
Talking close to my face with a bad breath
I asked her, Shorty you degrade yourself
I asked her if she degrades herself for material wealth
Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf
Just to own some jewelry and show it off
You turnin' me off, I can't lie
You are no longer attractive to me
Keisha said "why?"
Keisha asked why I was no longer interested in her
I said, "yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid, then he correct that"
I cannot respect a person who is willing to compromise their values for money, because if someone pays up, then they can control that person
Ice is the price for an overnight wife
Material possessions are the only way to attract a temporary partner
A true shark caller don't want that in his life
A true player does not want that kind of partner in their life
So all you ladies that are selling you're souls
So all you women who are compromising your values for superficial wealth
You need to put you hooker vibes on hold
You need to put your promiscuous tendencies on hold
Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,
Contact Keisha if you need an escort
Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow
Keisha is broke, but her pimp is making a lot of money
Check yourself, uh
Reflect on your actions and thoughts
Your car makes me hot hot hot
Your car is really attractive to me
You just make me hot hot hot
You are really attractive to me
Iike you're rocks rocks rocks
I really like your jewelry
They make me hot hot hot
Your jewelry is really attractive to me
Baby boy don't stop stop stop
Keep doing what you're doing, it's really attractive to me
You keep me hot hot hot
You are making me really attracted to you
I'm a take you for all you've got
I'm going to take all of your money and possessions
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Stop doing what you're doing, it's a turn-off
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Written by: JOSEPH SIMMONS, DARRYL MCDANIELS, LAWRENCE SMITH, LESTER FERNANDEZ, JERRY R. TINEO, GREG MAYS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@FeechurPrezentations
My favorite joint! Underrated!!!
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@donnegron220
This beat is so hard!!! #hardcorehiphop
@Rickstilwell1
Listening to this in a heat wave!
@raulitoalvarez
Str8ght muthafuckin Hip-Hop 👍🏽
@dannybx78
This track is hot, hot, hot, hot.
@FRANKLINBENJAMINLARESURRECCION
;) that ominous loop though.....daft dope
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@jayjay-uw5nw
Bro they right this shit is so damn hot
@RAPresentHipHop
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@jayjay-uw5nw
This shit is fire nigga🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥