Take a look at yourself You blame everyone else For her mistakes and your bad taste It just happened to be me Stuck in the middle, in between And this
motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
hotter that a jalapeno As tender as a night in June Sweeter than a honeymoon Brighter than a silver spoon Just about as crazy as a loon Softer than a lullaby Deeper than
your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky N-gga don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95?s I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
mad 'cos my chick drop dead And you mad cos I went to Cancun got head You fed, 'cos I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread Why your block hotter than a
diamonds on poppin open ace of spades. poker deck coke get stretched and cake get made. if you try to walk in my shoes you prolly break yo legs. Im hotter than
much hotter that a jalapeño Tender like a night in june Sweeter than a honeymoon Brighter than a silver spoon Just as crazy as a loon Softer than a lullabye Deeper than
I'm talkin birds like dooney and bourke I'm talkin work enough to make you a clerk Rebel Bass,hard plate,big spoons that wiff like the block hotter than mid june
in the room. Swingin' them hips like you ain't got a groove, Hell of a giver, she sweet as perfume, Fully equipt with that body in tune, Lil' mama is drippin', she hotter than June
When this nigga croos the street start talkin' shit Tellin' all his jive niggas that my music don't hit See I payed it no matter Every album gets hotter, than
I'm from in a bumrush Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad skills Hotter than heat, yet colder than
just mad 'cause my chick drop dead And you mad 'cause I went to cancun got head You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread Why your block hotter than
BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout We been talkin' 'bout Jackson JOHNNY: Ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I
You be yellin boom boom when ya really poom poom You might flow hotter than noon in june june If Biggie was alive he'd sign me I'm the New Edition like
muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95?s I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any
hotter that a jalapeno Tender like a night in June Sweeter than a honeymoon Brighter than a silver spoon Just as crazy as a loon Softer than a lullabye Deeper than
where I'm from in a bumrush Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad skills Hotter than heat, yet colder than
