Tonart: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
A new kid on the block,
what's the deal?
Y 'all ready?
Uh -huh, uh
White dreams, what's the deal y
What's the deal y 'all? -huh.
Age time, uh -huh, uh something for
DJ
Cold
Blooded.
C
Em
From that humble, I came hood.
Yeah, I'm shocking the world baby.
Y 'all ain't ready, yeah.
I taught myself to rock.
And threw myself in the river.
Now you quiver by the product
that I deliver
Exploding like a bomb,
busting like a bubble
Got all you haters in a huddle debating
Why you procrastinating?
Bm
Em
I'm steady in sulating,
illuminating their hating I'm hotter than
Satan, the answer was solution
I'm still waiting, how can we stop him?
How can we pass him up?
That's too much talking,
I got all these so -called friends,
Marsha,
Falcon
They running back, they running back,
where they came from
You ride my wagon, I'm not the one,
I'm the last and the chosen one
I'm putting workin' on, I'm the true
Coleon
Bm
The black aquapon, but instead of using
Em
Kwon, I'm using my dome
Breaking down the competition,
I'm not an exhibition
I got it too hot in my kitchen,
giving you an honorable mention
You can't take it, so don't fake it
You need the product, we gon' make it,
we gon' make it
You can't take it,
it's too hot in my kitchen
It's too hot in my kitchen
It's too hot in my kitchen,
are you for real?
Bm
Em
Stop playin' y 'all, stop playin' y 'all
It's too hot in my kitchen
It's too hot in my kitchen
It's too hot in my kitchen
Stop playin' y ain't playin' y 'all
Em
I'm too hot to touch and
way too hot to open
Oh, you thought I was jokin'
Now your face is burnin',
swollen with radiation fluid
I see myself like
Nike, I just do it
Bm
While I run through at the
top of the mountain
some had chances and blew it
Put your money on me,
I'm a sure thing
Steady draggin' my nuts,
steady lettin' them swing
Can't be categorized as a slut,
many artists take it in the butt
In this game, I say down, sad,
hut I'm the quarterback, and I call my own place
And I only look to the
Lord, cause we livin' in the last days
Can't let these streets take me,
cause they sure didn't make me
Bm
Em
And ain't no way in hell they gon' break me
I stayed lookin' down on the court,
and don't expect me to be a good sport
I'm only in it to win the prison at the party
surprise. I'm too sloppy you guy
It's too hot in my kitchen
It's too hot in my kitchen
C
Em
It's too hot in my kitchen
Bm
Em
Stop playing
It's too hot in my kitchen
It's too hot in my kitchen
It's too hot in my kitchen
Stop shenan y 'all
Y 'all tryna run but ain't got no feet
Y 'all wanna play in the field
but y 'all ain't got no cleats
Y 'all tryna run but ain't got no feet
Y 'all wanna play on the field
but ain't got no cleats
Y 'all talk a good game but
you still on the dimension
Y 'all talk a good game but
y still on the dimension
It's too hot in my kitchen
It's too hot in my kitchen
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