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[feat. Pharrell] Let's make it big, Pharrel. [Verse 1:] Wake up in the mornin', "Oh, shit! " Had to cock the 9, niggas tryin' to steal my bitch! Run out the back door, see them niggas hit the fence. I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, it's a bitch! Let off a couple shots, goddamn I missed! Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the whole clip. I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off liqour Old English in my system 'bout to kill me a nigga. See, I remember back in the days, loadin' my A.K., Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze. That's when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons. Shoot a nigga he die, public enemy number one! But this ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit When the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus So, don't fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin' a gat Yeah nigga, I stay strapped. [Chorus:] SongtexteSomethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me! [x2] Is it the shades? Is it the J's? Is it the Bentley with the four colorways? Or the old school sittin' on glaze? What could it be? [Verse 2:] It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a swisher Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch flatscreen K.G.'s away Jersey blowin' chronic that green Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams Turn hood zombies into an olympic track team 'Til I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene Had to clear my life up. Doc gave me the vaccine. Don't get it twisted, I still click clack things Red beam attached to each and every strap That I keep locked up in my basement If I shoot a nigga will I be known for gettin' Jason, I don't know Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car chases Fuck Paccino cause we know niggas with scarred faces And we go back like D-boys with small faces And we crashin' them Ferraris liek y'all hate me [Chorus:] Pharrell I think it's somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me! Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me! Is it the shades? Is it the J's? Is it the Bentley with the four colorways? Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what could it be? [Verse 3:] (You know they ass is full) Niggas can't fuck with me, will stit! I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will Smith All I'm missin' is a bitch like Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit Hit the fence like later, Syonara Or we the dirt shit black rose phantom interior hurt shit And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches Them hoes, they never testify, Beefs to Common But Game keep it hood like Weez and top Rommy Never stop comin' for the top If it bakes a flesh wound if Feralla headshot Motha fucka and when he take aim, bullets into your frame My boss and allowed to when trigga swallow your vein Can't walk through the club and take a piss Without these new school rap niggas on my dick Why you fuck around with you jewelry, and all your wrist? I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you know. [Chorus:] Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me [x2] Is it the shades? Is it the J's? Is it the Bentley with the four colorways? Or the old school sittin on glaze, what could it be? [Bridge/outro:] Do you thing shawty, do your thing shawty, do you thing shawty err'body lookin' now [x2] Go! [x6] Err'body lookin' now! Go! [x6] Err'body lookin' now! Aus Songtexte Mania