This is why I'm hot [2x] This is why [2x] Uh This is why I'm hot (Uh) This is why I'm hot [2x] Whoo This is why [2x] This is why I'm hot
I'm hot cause I'm fly (fly) You ain't cause you're not (Mims) This is why [2x] This is why I'm hot [2x]
[Verse 1:] This is why I'm hot I don't gotta rap I can sell a mill saying nothing on the track I represent New York I got it on my back Niggas say that we lost it So I'm gonna bring it back I love the dirty, dirty 'Cause niggas show me love The ladies start to bounce As soon as I hit the club But in the Midwest They love to take it slow So when I hit the H I watch you get it on the floor And if you needed it hyphy I take it to the Bay Frisco to Sac-town They do it everyday Compton to Hollywood As soon as I hit L.A. I'm in that low, low I do it the Cali way And when I hit Chi People say that I'm fly They like the way I dress they like (They like my) my attire move crowds from side to side They ask me how I do it and simply I reply...
[Verse 2:] This is why I'm hot Catch me on the block Every other day Another bitch another drop 16 bars, 24 pop 44 songs, nigga gimme what you got I'm in there driving cars Push 'em off the lot I'm into shutting stores down so I can shop If you need a bird I can get it chopped Tell me what you need you know I get 'em by the flock I call my homie black meet on the ave I hit Wash Heights with the money in the bag We're into big spinners See my pimping never dragged Find me with different women that you niggas never had For those who say they know me know I'm focused on my cream player you come between you'd better focus on the beam I keep it so mean the way you see me lean And when say I'm hot my nigga dis is what I mean
[Verse 3:] This is why I'm hot Shorty see the drop Ask me what I paid and I say yeah I paid a guap And then I hit the switch that take away the top So chicks 'round the way they call me cream of the crop They hop in the car I tell 'em "all aboard" We hit the studio they say they like how I record I gave you black train and I did you wrong So everytime I see 'em man they tell me that's their song They say I'm the bomb They love the way the charm hanging from the neck And compliments the arm which compliments the ear den comes the gear So when I hit the room the shorties stop and stare Den niggas start to hate rearrange their face Little do they know I keep 'em things by waistside I reply nobody gotta die Similar to Lil wizzy 'cause I got that fire