Papoose - Too Hot lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Feel good, don't it, Pap? Congratulations my n***a We f**in' hot n***a, yeah [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] How many more times we gon have to k** it We so hot we might as well barbecue and grill it Muhf**a, tailor-made pony skin on my Louis jacket Hey, Pap is now inducted in a disrespectful tax bracket Flipmode, b**h, you already know in conjunction with Street Sweeper Come enjoy the f**in show, peep Enhancing the situation, I be the answer Spit fire hot, I'm developing sores of skin cancer n***as is buggin' and coverin' they mouth Still wondering on how the situation came about Keep tryin to figure it out, while we continue to upgrade Fryin your brain cell, tryna study every move made We hotter than a drug block, police we duckin' em Even duckin' them b**hes hallucinating we f**in' em It feel good don't it Pap, real big With million dollar yard space not including the crib [Verse 2: Papoose] Too hot for living, too hot for dying Too hot for laughing, I'm too hot for crying Too hot for math, too hot for science Too hot for them cause they not hot as I am Too hot for sessions, too hot for blessings So hot that I'm too hot for Hot 97 Too hot for internet, too hot for TV Too hot for MTV VH1 BET Too hot for magazines, too hot for movies Too hot for cars, I'm too hot for j**elery Too hot for interviews, too hot for interludes Too hot for criminals, too hot for principal Too hot for miserable broke individuals Too hot for soldiers, I'm too hot for generals Too hot to listen to, hope I'm convincing you Don't ever think you too hot, that could finish you