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