Bust it, this mine for the takin'
All killer no filler, who's fakin'
Not around me, or my crew
You know the outcome, I'm sicker than the flu

Just chill, gimme the stage I'll crush it
Got all the groupies, they wanna bum rush it
Wanna catch me I'm going too fast,
Peel around corners stereo full blast

Bumping, run things like a track meet
Know where I'm rollin' from the woofers in my back seat
Females, only the flyest
Wanna turn golden they callin' me Midas

Ooooooh, cuz I got that touch
Fast lane chicks like to pop that clutch
Girls sweatin' me for the style I'm displayin'
Kickin' that game, but you know I ain't playin'

CHORUS:
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot
I am
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot to touch

Shining, so I don't need a spotlight
Girls sweating, cause I'm rocking it all night
Cruising, ride slow let them see this
At a red light, checking my beepers

The fiends want a hit, from the mack
Cause the rhymes I spit is like crack
Jocking my style, cause I roll so heavy
Try to leave t he club but the strippers won't let me

Ready, or not, you better make room
Suckers get brushed to the side like a broom
Dusted, trying to front, trying to punk me
They just mad cuz their whole style crusty

Trust me, cuz I'm fresh to the max
Rubbing on girls like a dj rubbing on wax
You know what I'm saying
Kickin' that game, but you know I ain't playin'