J Rock - It Gets Hot lyrics

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J Rock - It Gets Hot lyrics

"Oh my gosh.. the music just turns me on!" [Pacewon] Yo... uh, uh Give it to me now, give it to me now [Hook: singer] It gets hot - when I see you When you see me and the vibe is true C'mon shorty let me ride with you It gets hot - when the love is real When my car's all shiny and the club is filled Walkin in the door like what's the deal? It gets hot [Pacewon over Hook] Aiyyo.. ha ha ... What the deal huh, huh? [Pacewon] Aiyyo I'm s**able from head to toe Mad hot like Mexico Cause I +Rap+ like +Kool G.+, every year, new me Too deep, mixin that umm with that ooh-wee A few peeps up in my loft, havin lunch with the boss Sex might jump off (who knows) It all depends on her clothes, if she's dressed provocative The compliments I can give her, that's positive And she'll swallow it, gobble it up Just because I'm a prominent, dominant thug That be rhymin in tongues, mi amor {j'tem?} A flirtatious man who loves to make friends Pull you in bathroom, grope you, hara** you Dazzle every woman in town, when I pa** through With my "Mad Crew" like BDP Showin my colors like BET, what's the deal now? [Hook] [Pacewon] What's the deal, yo, yo Your wife like me like flicks from Spike Lee "She's Gotta Have It," my jeans and white tee My arms around her waist, she breathin in my face Like "Pace when I'm with you, I feel so safe And hey I'm all yours, the ring means nada It only costed two-thousand sixteen dollars And your verbal illustrations get me hotter Sexy dada, let me holla" - and I'm like Come right along, I'm a roller coaster ride Get on, we can crush to the song I chat with your motherf**in cat like Dr. Doolittle Show your dog how to hit it from the back and chew nipples Cause friction like when you rub two nickels Invent new sh** to do wit'chu Knock the boots down to the ground with energy and stamina My boy locked up, won'tcha pose for the camera [Hook] [Pacewon] What's the deal yo, yo yo yo I make women hallucinate and see things Put my finger in the G-string Make her smile like Christmas Day when she was 4 years old Grab the back of her neck, kiss her earlobe Make her sweat like she just ran a mile Turnin green like she was Bruce Banner now Better yet the She-Hulk, break buildings down When we f**, break the oochie down and leave her Back to the block, rollin trips and fever Brand new chicks for my chips to freeze up Chicks like Britney, chicks like Shakira I take the purest of 'em just like mirror mirror And I'm, Prince Charming, the best they mobbin Get my boys together, do some big robbin And we ain't robbin ya goods, n***a stealin your world All because I was feelin ya girl [Hook]