Too Hot To Handle
posted on:2002 years
play:0 times
duration:04:59
play
pause
collect
Add
Share

Shaggy - Too Hot To Handle

I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks

Don’t salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh shit

Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt

I’m black wit indian, my race should be mutt

I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus

E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius

Up in the sky, up high, don’t puff lye

Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin die

Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow

You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo’

Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street

I stink like pop’s feet, make sweat wit no heat

I’m up on this track, like Pam Grier in movies

I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi

I fly to L.A., then come back to Virginia

Then call, Maganoo, to see if he’s got some indo

Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G

G don’t forget, to bring the house keys

Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go

Please please, brother don’t slam my car do’

It costs too much money to get that shit fixed

I need all my money to pay my bills with

Don’t have no time, for the shuckin and jivin

Peep my rhyme, cause that, shit’s off-timin

I’m in the Marriott, the place to get got

After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots

Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots

Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott

Me my hot self, my self be so hot

Touch my hot spot, I scream til I can’t stop

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)

Give it to me daddy and

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)

Yup, yup like Teddy

Teddy, ready with tha one two checka

No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wreck

Shaggy - Too Hot To Handle

I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks

Don’t salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh shit

Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt

I’m black wit indian, my race should be mutt

I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus

E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius

Up in the sky, up high, don’t puff lye

Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin die

Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow

You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo’

Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street

I stink like pop’s feet, make sweat wit no heat

I’m up on this track, like Pam Grier in movies

I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi

I fly to L.A., then come back to Virginia

Then call, Maganoo, to see if he’s got some indo

Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G

G don’t forget, to bring the house keys

Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go

Please please, brother don’t slam my car do’

It costs too much money to get that shit fixed

I need all my money to pay my bills with

Don’t have no time, for the shuckin and jivin

Peep my rhyme, cause that, shit’s off-timin

I’m in the Marriott, the place to get got

After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots

Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots

Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott

Me my hot self, my self be so hot

Touch my hot spot, I scream til I can’t stop

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)

Give it to me daddy and

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)

Yup, yup like Teddy

Teddy, ready with tha one two checka

No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wreck

View full lyrics
related suggestion
play all
04:30
collect
03:58
collect
03:34
collect
03:22
collect
0 plays ·
03:49
collect
03:47
collect
0 plays ·
04:07
collect
03:12
collect
04:02
collect
03:33
collect
03:47
collect
03:49
collect
04:04
collect
03:50
collect
04:10
collect
04:00
collect
0 plays ·
04:27
collect
03:24
collect
03:24
collect
04:52
collect
0 plays ·
03:53
collect
03:48
collect
0 plays ·
03:56
collect
0 plays ·
02:58
collect
03:50
collect
0 plays ·
--> --> -->
delete playlist
删除歌圈
next play
add to new playlist
WeChat
QQ friends
QQ space
Facebook
Twitter
Add seed music to the home screen
中文简体 中文繁体 English 한국어
关闭