Lisa Left Eye Lopes - Hot



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   5, 9 (10, 11), 12, 18 (what!)
  
  She's the one you thought would never do a solo LP
  Yeah, now what chick could outsell me?
  Drama comes in dozens and I know you love it
  A rose is still a rose, so I rose above it
  The more that they see the woman got a mind of her own
  The less that they want a part of my throne, it figures
  But the more they compare me to the ones they could own
  They know they never should have left me alone
  I'm bigga
  No doubt
  Money gang and my G's is up
  Treat me like David Blaine and freeze me up
  Let me address the issue
  I'm super not superficial
  Spoil me
  The only statement I'm makin' is royalties (rock the dollars)
  Seven digits never under my bank account hold
  Numbers like your phone number, plus area code
  Gamble with your career
  Go ahead chance her
  See what happened with scrubs on my records
  Deserve answers
  
  Oh Left Eye
  What's happenin'?
  Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
  Oh Left Eye
  Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
  Everybody loves Miss Left Eye
  What's happenin'?
  Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
  Oh Left Eye
  Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
  Everybody loves Miss Left Eye
  
  Hot hot (burn)
  Hot hot
  Hot hot hot (burn)
  Hot hot
  Hot hot hot (burn)
  Hot hot
  Hot hot
  L-E-F-T-E-Y-E
  Hot hot
  
  3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15
  
  Whole bunch of names on your credit in pubs
  Tryin' to be loved
  I'm 30 mill and a fan club
  What you got signed for
  I spent on some rugs
  DVD's and TV's and that's just in the car
  Borderline genius
  Scientists swear by me
  Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
  Gave you auditions
  They say I'm a gymnast in business
  My summersault your positions
  Waste not whatnot
  I don't want your nothing
  On top she's hot
  No discussion
  I'm a diva
  Teacher (to the rap game)
  Here when it started I'll be here when it change
  Started more careers than Quincy Jones
  Other rap chicks actin' funny since she's home
  Do it again and again
  Expect her to
  Left Eye you expect me to respect you too
  
  Oh Left Eye
  What's happenin'?
  Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
  Oh Left Eye
  Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
  Everybody loves Miss Left Eye
  What's happenin'?
  Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
  Oh Left Eye
  Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
  Everybody loves Miss Left Eye
  
  Hot hot (burn)
  Hot hot
  Hot hot hot (burn)
  Hot hot
  Hot hot hot (burn)
  Hot hot
  Hot hot
  L-E-F-T-E-Y-E
  Hot hot
  
  Hot hot (burn)
  Hot hot
  Hot hot hot (burn)
  Hot hot
  Hot hot hot (burn)
  Hot hot
  Hot hot
  L-E-F-T-E-Y-E
  Hot hot
  
  12, 15




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