Hot
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[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell)
Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home
Without speaking you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain
They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!)
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
It go hot waist - Desert taste
Four pounds of metal, triangle face
Hesi-tate - never, I'll put hole in whoever
Don't make Push' Russian Roulette ya
Gamble wit ya life
Change came from cocaine I've measured
White was the treasure, comfort was the steel
I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel
Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street
They measure my weight in Richter
Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public
But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake
By all means I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
{*scratches*} My dreams start over the stove
I ran over the globe and back again

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain]
Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in
Or a window to throw it out of
I'm filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though
Iceberg on the seams of jeans? no!
I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man
Delta '88 on rims man, wit mirror tint
And four of my most militant men whose trying to stay sucka free
That's why they hang around me, cause I ain't print
Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch
I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip
I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich
That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you're doing great!"
Keep chillin while I'm flashing the glock in their face
I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning!
But the Lord knows I have three children
Now I'm somewhere in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ with a broad
Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Boobonic]
I'm starting wit the man in the mirror
Mask need to make that change
That real doe, that point something paper
Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit {*scratches*}
Look 'Bonic really been through shit
Pay close attention when Boo' spit
Uh, lack 'a that'll get you hit
And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around
Nigga front like he want his car spun around
Window drop block pop spin around
Niggaz stand up looking for 'em sit em down
And ya see em laid out
That's why when I was young I stayed out
And plus being pussy ya niggaz is played out
I made means to get that cream
We all playas all they say is how you get that team





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The Neptunes's song, "Hot", performed by Rosco P. Coldchain, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, and Boo-Bonic is a track that is rooted in the rap genre. This song is known for its aggressive lyrics, raw beats, and conversational style. The chorus of the song starts with Rosco and Pharrell stating, "Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)" and it then goes on to describe how they keep their guns under the seat and at home.


In the first verse, Pusha T talks about cocaine and the comfort of money. He describes how he used to pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel, indicating that he has come a long way from his impoverished origins. He rhymes to entertain the public but also talks about his drug-dealing past, which is what makes the ghetto quake. He has lived a rough life, but he wants to live the American dream and buy expensive cars by selling drugs.


In the second verse, Rosco P. Coldchain is bragging about his wealth and how he uses his gun to rob banks. He evokes fear in the bank tellers with his gun, and he has no problem using it. This verse also covers Rosco's unique fashion sense, which is more rooted in Dickies and Timbs than in luxury cars. He has no respect for anyone who doesn't have money or who is a coward. He lives his life fearlessly and aggressively.


Overall, "Hot" is a gritty and intense song that reflects the rougher side of life. The Neptunes have given the song its raw beats, which create an atmosphere of urgency that complements the urgent rap style of the artists. The song's lyrics deal with drugs, money, and guns, all of which are the hallmarks of a rough urban life.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
The beat is amazing and hot!


You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home
I always carry a gun for protection.


Without speaking you'll give me your chain
I'm so intimidating, people give me their valuables without even asking.


I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain
I'm a genius with a gun, don't make me hurt you.


They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
My nickname is 'Sco.


It go hot waist - Desert taste
I have hot bars and a sharp tongue.


Four pounds of metal, triangle face
I carry a gun that is heavy and dangerous-looking.


Hesi-tate - never, I'll put hole in whoever
I don't hesitate to shoot someone who crosses me.


Don't make Push' Russian Roulette ya
Don't mess with me, or I'll play Russian Roulette with you.


Gamble wit ya life
Mess with me, and your life is at stake.


Change came from cocaine I've measured
I made a lot of money selling cocaine.


White was the treasure, comfort was the steel
I became rich from selling drugs, and now I'm comfortable with my gun.


I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel
I move quickly and confidently, without fear.


Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street
My rap lyrics are so sick, they shake the streets.


They measure my weight in Richter
My influence is so great, it's measured like an earthquake.


Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public
I am a successful rapper who performs for the people.


But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake
I also sell drugs to make money and have power over the ghetto.


By all means I've seen I've lived
I've experienced a lot in my life.


By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
By the age of 22, I was able to afford expensive cars.


My dreams start over the stove
My dreams of success began with selling drugs over a stove.


I ran over the globe and back again
I've traveled the world and achieved success.


Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in
You guys are broke and have nothing.


Or a window to throw it out of
You guys are so poor, you don't even have a window to throw your pee out of.


I'm filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though
I may look dirty, but I have over $1,000 in my pocket.


Iceberg on the seams of jeans? no!
I don't wear designer clothes with fancy details.


I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man
I prefer practical clothes and footwear over expensive cars.


Delta '88 on rims man, wit mirror tint
I drive a classic Delta 88, with rims and dark window tint.


And four of my most militant men whose trying to stay sucka free
I have four loyal friends who are tough and stay away from trouble.


That's why they hang around me, cause I ain't print
My friends stick with me because I'm not fake.


Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch
I didn't abandon my friends for money and luxury items.


I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip
I would rather have a MAC-10 machine gun than an extended clip with 100 bullets.


I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich
I am not above robbing banks to earn money.


That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you're doing great!"
I boost my own confidence by telling myself that robbing a bank is a good thing to do.


Keep chillin while I'm flashing the glock in their face
While the bank tellers remain calm, I'm pointing my gun at them.


I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning!
I try to be polite to the people I rob.


But the Lord knows I have three children
I have children and have to do what it takes to provide for them.


Now I'm somewhere in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ with a broad
I'm enjoying a vacation with a woman in Utah and listening to jazz music.


Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far!
I have $250,000 hidden away and am trying to avoid getting caught by the police.


I'm starting wit the man in the mirror
I'm taking a good look at myself and making changes.


Mask need to make that change
I need to take off the fake persona and be true to myself.


That real doe, that point something paper
I want real money, not just small amounts.


Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit {*scratches*}
I want lot of money, like 4.6 million dollars.


Look 'Bonic really been through shit
'Bonic has experienced a lot of struggles and difficult times.


Pay close attention when Boo' spit
Listen carefully when I rap.


Uh, lack 'a that'll get you hit
If you lack something or are deficient in some way, you'll get in trouble.


And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around
I don't care who you come back with, I've been around and can handle myself.


Nigga front like he want his car spun around
A guy tried to act tough and got his car flipped upside down.


Window drop block pop spin around
I shot at the car's window, the guy got scared and turned the car around.


Niggaz stand up looking for 'em sit em down
The guys in the car got out and tried to find me, but I took them out.


And ya see em laid out
They are now just lying on the ground.


That's why when I was young I stayed out
I learned to stay out of trouble when I was young.


And plus being pussy ya niggaz is played out
You guys are no longer cool if you act like a coward.


I made means to get that cream
I found ways to earn money and get rich.


We all playas all they say is how you get that team
We are all successful and people are wondering how we achieved our status.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: A. HOLLY, CHAD HUGO, AMIR PORTER, TERRENCE THORNTON, PHARRELL WILLIAMS

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@jacleensmith7742

The way Roscoe flowed was always so different. Spit like a storyteller for real, and I loved it.

@brickflair8926

Seriously this line is one of the doesnt things ever β€œflow mo sicker, so much shake in the street they measure my weight in ricta”

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@alexludavertigo6926

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@haroldgreen9378

Had this booming in the whip in 2002. NEPTUNES 2022..HOT.πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―

@MzKickz

Maybe their most under rated song! This beat IS SERIOUS! Still playing in 2017!

@whidoineedthis

S H 2018

@DTFdiZZle

2019 :)

@OnlyGoodJawn

2020 Free Roscoe P

@Robot_Mouse

Yeah this beat's hard AS!

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