Hot main Lyrics by Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez

Hot main Lyrics

    5, 9 (10, 11), 12, 18 (what!)

    She's the one you thought would never do a solo lp
    Yeah, now what chick could outsell me?
    Drama comes in dozens and i know you love it
    A rose is still a rose, so i rose above it
    The more that they see the woman got a mind of her own
    The less that they want a part of my throne, it figures
    But the more they compare me to the ones they could own
    They know they never should have left me alone
    I'm bigga
    No doubt
    Money gang and my g's is up
    Treat me like david blaine and freeze me up
    Let me address the issue
    I'm super not superficial
    Spoil me
    The only statement i'm makin' is royalties (rock the dollars)
    Seven digits never under my bank account hold
    Numbers like your phone number, plus area code
    Gamble with your career
    Go ahead chance her
    See what happened with scrubs on my records
    Deserve answers

    Oh left eye
    What's happenin'?
    Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
    Oh left eye
    Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
    Everybody loves miss left eye
    What's happenin'?
    Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
    Oh left eye
    Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
    Everybody loves miss left eye

    Hot hot (burn)
    Hot hot
    Hot hot hot (burn)
    Hot hot
    Hot hot hot (burn)
    Hot hot
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    L-e-f-t-e-y-e
    Hot hot

    3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15

    Whole bunch of names on your credit in pubs
    Tryin' to be loved
    I'm 30 mill and a fan club
    What you got signed for
    I spent on some rugs
    Dvd's and tv's and that's just in the car
    Borderline genius
    Scientists swear by me
    Imagine einstein in carmen jones's body
    Gave you auditions
    They say i'm a gymnast in business
    My summersault your positions
    Waste not whatnot
    I don't want your nothing
    On top she's hot
    No discussion
    I'm a diva
    Teacher (to the rap game)
    Here when it started i'll be here when it change
    Started more careers than quincy jones
    Other rap chicks actin' funny since she's home
    Do it again and again
    Expect her to
    Left eye you expect me to respect you too

    Oh left eye
    What's happenin'?
    Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
    Oh left eye
    Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
    Everybody loves miss left eye
    What's happenin'?
    Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
    Oh left eye
    Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
    Everybody loves miss left eye

    Hot hot (burn)
    Hot hot
    Hot hot hot (burn)
    Hot hot
    Hot hot hot (burn)
    Hot hot
    Hot hot
    L-e-f-t-e-y-e
    Hot hot

    Hot hot (burn)
    Hot hot
    Hot hot hot (burn)
    Hot hot
    Hot hot hot (burn)
    Hot hot
    Hot hot
    L-e-f-t-e-y-e
    Hot hot

    12, 15


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