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Jayo Felony - Hotta Than Fish Grease lyrics
LOCO! [Hook] (4x) Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease! [Jayo Felony] Can't see you where you run you boo boo You might need me to come and teach you Music is universal (what?) music is universal So I rock the microphone with no planet and no rehearsal I'll even rock a lil club for a small sum Black, white, red or green that ass gets all hung Dulo means never do like Twix I can't share Stomach starts growlin at night and nightmare [Crook] Hot like fire, hot like cocoa Crazy, loony, cucu, loco Your style is doodoo, caca, guano I know, you know, you don't wanna see me Mano y mano, my lingo, my ammo The Dulo, no demos I sting hoes in limos In the industry Dulo gon' be the tightes rap group Cus me and Bullet Loco tight like Bro' and Luke Duke, HOT! [Hook] (4x) Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease! [Hook 2](4x) If it's Hot enough! Then we gon bring it out [Jayo Felony] We all get green when I come on the scene I'm a stone cold Diego rappin machine This is out of space so you know you can't fade us In my boxers and Chuck Taylors And my mission is to knock them boots C-walkin on the moon without my space suit From dusk till dawn you keep getting stepped on Runnin and get more Lennon than John When I say, "shake it, shake it, shake it" I wanna see ya Got grass growin like Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia In outer space we rocks the peep show To all little kids we large like Elmo Is it over? Hell no Rain, sleet, snow Then we takin rap all the way to Pluto I got alias' bangin Dulo cus this DULO! And they got greenery that we can all blow [Hook] (4x) Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease! [Hook 2](4x) If it's Hot enough! Then we gon bring it out [Crook] Tired cocks I splurge in it Writers block? Never heard of it I'm in the zone with Jordan and Larry Bird kickin Wicked by nature you snitchin You trippin, you flippin I'll lace ya, disgrace ya Misplace ya, lace you like the unos This is for the whiteys The blackeys, the cholos You yellows, you aces You earthly, you spacin I just wanna show you how I get the waist men Dead bye, the undercovers Don't try them Dulo brothers This vibe, and feel them brothers Don't try and not to love us Cus we always on point, and we always on cue And if I give you this joint, man what you gon do? HOT! [Hook] (4x) Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease! [Hook 2](4x) If it's Hot enough then we gon bring it out |
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