Missy Elliott - I'm Really Hot

Ho! Ho Ho! Ho, go, go! Ho! Ho Ho! Ho, go, go! I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm really really Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Let me holla at the DJ Come on DJ, put that record on the replay Don't you see how them bitches move they booty Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them Screamin' like a groupie Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochie Fuck them haters, haters fuck whatever you say Because you know I'm too cool for you, anyway I'm just a bad bitch, M I S miss I'm gone keep talking shit till you get this I'm gone bust up in the club with no guest list The other artists I'll keep em' all restless I don't French kiss, unless it's 50 Cent Vivica we can share him like the President Tabloids, I don't care it's irrelevant I'm heaven sent, now watch how I do this shit Ho! Ho (I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm) Ho! Ho, go go! Ho! Ho (Hot, hot, hot, hot) Ho! Ho, go go! I'm really, really hot Every time my records drop Radio says I won't stop 'Cause I'm killin' 'em You don't know what you talking 'bout People thank I was Suge when I come out My album hit hard when I roll out Y'all records make a bitch wanna throw 'em out, and that's no doubt See I rock bells, fly as hell and cool as it verdells Baby can't you tell, I lick my lips like I'm LL And I'm doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well Straight to the hotel I'm sober bitch, so boy you gets tail Kiss, kiss and still you gets nowhere Just two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfair I'm a hot gal, fly cars and stars in strip bars It ain't hot if I'm not there I'm a true playa, you can find me up in any record store Hurry up and get yours Ho! Ho (I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm) Ho! Ho, go go! Ho! Ho (Hot, hot, hot, hot) Ho! Ho, go go! I'm really, really hot Every time my records drop Radio says I won't stop 'Cause I'm killin' 'em Look, let me move to the left Go head, let me feel myself Touch my chest my sweat Show the DJ how I shake my breast Jingle, jingle, jangle, watch how my gludeous dangle I do a one-two step, stop! No, I ain't done yet Everybody in the club go to work Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts I'm gon' rock to the beat till it hurt I'm gon' drop it on the street, yeah you heard Haters I flip the bird, got guns, so what I ain't scared I came to boogy and swerve, hang-line folk that's my word Ho! Ho (I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm) Ho! Ho, go go! Ho! Ho (Hot, hot, hot, hot) Ho! Ho, go go! I'm really, really hot Every time my records drop Radio says I won't stop 'Cause I'm killin' 'em Release yourself Release yourself I'm really hot