Erick Sermon - Hot To Def lyrics

Intro: 1000 degrees Hot Continuously, yeah Who's that crazy n***a Drinkin crazy p**y out of crazy straw Kicking crazy hardcore, crazy metaphors When I rap competitions perform disappearing acts n***as ask why the Squad be on it like that Cause we stay with the lethal dosage Click on the Mic MC's run like roaches Truthfully I think them n***as is gay Always havin a party with no DJ I had to hold my head in disbelief Them short winded n***as tried to smoke the chief Of the frontal leaf Keith Knowing damn well they can't win My style is rougher than army gear and old timb The east coast say ill The west coast say ill My squad is def they don't give a f** They say k** Cause we can all sing together That's why I pack the black gat up under the leather And keep it hot CHORUS: (3x) It's 96 degrees in the shade 1000 degrees I got nuts like Almond Joy, like Mounds you don't I say and do a lot of things some fake rappers won't Now I'm the show shocker plus the show stopper Down with makin G's and all the block clockers Down with L.O.D., the motherf-ing cop droppers Down with Def Squad flying through your hood in choppers Yeah we done been in more sh** in the past year Than the bloods and crips care to hear Ear to ear, Glock to hand, Mic to mouth, resuscitation Psychosomatic creation k**ing off the nation of perpetration Player hating, bringin confrontation I'll shoot your hips up and make you bogle like Jamaicans I'm doing my thing, if you feel me do your thing Y'all n***as know my style I smoke weed on trains and planes Murderous material submerging from my brain Chumpin top dollar n***as into small change And make it hot CHORUS I'm the unf**witable incredible lyrical individual Boy your not suitable I work wonders over the beats It's no wonder phony MC's pee the bed Relax your head Accomodations and compliments of the infrared Theoretically, hypothetically, practically Actually ain't nobody f**ing with me I'll sell your stupid a** the Brooklyn Bridge If you think an MC in your camp can f** with the kid I want the sun not to shine for six months, to see who fronts While the Squad light up the sky with blunts If you catch a n***a dreaming Thinking he can f** with my enterprise Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize Cause we be on their lemonade type sh** I ain't no f*ggot but you derelicts can s** my dick I make it hot CHORUS (2x)