Jensen Kirk - " It's Hot Outside / You tha One" lyrics

[Verse 1: Jensen Kirk] See Momma ain't raise no fool// Run outside you lose// Sun Beamin off that sun block too// Sun beamin off that black Glock tool// Now that's Blood on your noose// Blood on your pro club, blood on your shoes// Pick & choose// Picnic or pick-a-n***a same rules// Different game who choose// Not you, different chain same coon// See momma ain't raise no fool// This the Land of the lost you can get dug up too// See the mission to proposition the coast with a truce// See momma ain't raise no fool// Eat your fruit, don't eat they food// Teach your kind, don't erase from mines// Erased minds thats the white mans crime// Said White mans plan to erase time// Right your books then f** your dimes// (Chorus) Momma ain't raise no fool// Had to change my clothes jus to hop on the bus to school// I said Momma ain't raise no foo// From the city I grew// Come outside you gone pull yours too// I said Momma ain't raise no foo// Put a price on your soul// You're going to have to reap what you sew// I said Momma ain't raise no fool// Said It's hot where I grew// But the sun shine on dog sh** too// (Verse 2) Momma ain't raise no fool// k** a n***a like mike // n***a run my j**els // n***a Run my loot // If you run they shoot // When you die they salute // The lutenent in blue // Biggest gang I knew // Speaking words into truth // Supreme being // Supreme seeing // Supremacy k** n***as for they identity // But you n***as ain't feeling me // See momma ain't raise no fool // I ain't running with no crack in my shoe // I ain't running with no dope in my drawls // Matter of fact I ain't running at all // And I ain't ducking the law // I ain't playing politics with you p**ys no more// Settle the score// From the womb I come // You shoot, we bust back that's the city we from// Screaming f** the one's // You took too many of my brothers and this sh** ain't done// And My momma ain't finna bury her son // Not today, no (Bridge) It's oh so hot in the city// It's oh so hot in the mother f**ing city// (Verse 3) Momma Boy crazy// Only one who raised me// Momma is my lady// So n***a don't play me// sh** can get shady// Dr. Dre can't save me// Stuck in the same city that made me// Oh well// Put n***as on retail// Pull they card for the wholesale// See I might derail// I'm faded I need bail// I might get Locked up for k**ing a female// These n***as is b**h made// They might get it a bit late// Jealousy is a hoe trait// We get it you need space// You rapping to save face// I'm rapping so my n***as don't catch em' a gun case// Up state// Get locked up, no key, away// The law is a white b**h, n***as is OJ// Run until you break some more records, it's ok!// But my n***a remember you the shining sun/ And never fear man kuz man fear gun// Man fear power lost man have none// Lost man incompetent lost man poke fun// Lost man destroy to build what's arleady been done// So please Don't let em' k** your spirit, cause n***a...