[{"id":8003100,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot (TDD'A mix)","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot (TDD'A mix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.05] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n[00:16.65] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:19.42] I was swerving thru Queens\n[00:21.37] Fully growin' benz\n[00:22.38] Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n[00:24.56] Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n[00:28.60] Rappin' to my mens\n[00:29.57] Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n[00:33.65] My?? is\n[00:34.69] The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n[00:36.85] Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n[00:38.23] Crease my scar peice\n[00:40.32] Laid back in my seat\n[00:41.59] Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n[00:43.77] Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n[00:46.25] Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n[00:48.37] Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n[00:50.85] She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n[00:53.35] Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n[00:55.11] Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n[00:56.97] Your carmake me hot hot hot\n[00:58.71] You just make me just hot hot hot\n[01:01.67] Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[01:04.23] They make me hot hot hot\n[01:06.68] Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n[01:08.71] You keep me hot hot hot\n[01:10.84] I'm a take you for all you've got\n[01:14.12] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[01:15.91] Check this out, uh\n[01:16.67] She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n[01:19.16] We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n[01:21.56] Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n[01:24.01] I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n[01:26.17] We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n[01:29.02] Scooby dooby hizza\n[01:30.10] I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n[01:33.63] Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n[01:37.62] I've got her right where I want her\n[01:38.68] Reality about to creep up on her\n[01:40.80] Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n[01:43.21] While the light reflects off my icp\n[01:45.42] Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n[01:47.92] Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n[01:50.03] I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n[01:52.51] I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n[01:54.50] Your car makes me hot hot hot\n[01:56.57] You just make me just hot hot hot\n[01:59.07] I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[02:01.55] They make me hot hot hot\n[02:04.02] Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n[02:06.57] You keep me hot hot hot\n[02:08.71] I'll take you for all you've got\n[02:11.23] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[02:13.64] Check yourself, uh\n[02:14.84] You burst out of semi-??\n[02:16.12] She pulled down the staps to her dress\n[02:18.66] Reached in the? sparked up sess\n[02:20.79] Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n[02:23.63] She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n[02:25.77] And give up girl to push whips?\"\n[02:28.16] Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n[02:30.30] Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n[02:33.22] She said \"I would do anthing for??\n[02:35.37] Give deep? to? man coats\n[02:38.28] Take off my??\n[02:38.95] Drop to my knees\"\n[02:40.76] Talking in my face\n[02:42.10] Breath smelling like cheese\n[02:43.18] I asked her\n[02:44.54] Shorty you degrade yourself\n[02:45.51] Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n[02:47.68] You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n[02:49.85] Keisha said \"why?\"\n[02:51.82] I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n[02:55.70] Then he correct that\"\n[02:56.86] Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n[02:59.21] A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n[03:01.87] So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n[03:04.22] You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n[03:06.76] Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n[03:09.38] Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n[03:11.09] Your car makes me hot hot hot\n[03:13.57] You just make me hot hot hot\n[03:15.60] I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[03:17.73] They make me hot hot hot\n[03:20.51] Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n[03:22.61] You keep me hot hot hot\n[03:25.09] I'm a take you for all you've got\n[03:27.41] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[03:29.95] Check yourself, uh\n[03:31.46] Your car makes me hot hot hot\n[03:32.85] You just make me hot hot hot\n[03:34.56] I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[03:37.09] They make me hot hot hot\n[03:39.32] Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n[03:42.13] You keep me hot hot hot\n[03:43.94] I'm a take you for all you've got\n[03:44.68] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[03:45.33] Check yourself, uh\n[03:45.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot (TDD'A mix)\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Hot, Hot, Hot\n duration_ms: 227000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n start_ms: 12050\n end_ms: 16650\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 16650\n end_ms: 19420\n- text: I was swerving thru Queens\n start_ms: 19420\n end_ms: 21370\n- text: Fully growin' benz\n start_ms: 21370\n end_ms: 22380\n- text: Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n start_ms: 22380\n end_ms: 24560\n- text: Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n start_ms: 24560\n end_ms: 28600\n- text: Rappin' to my mens\n start_ms: 28600\n end_ms: 29570\n- text: Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n start_ms: 29570\n end_ms: 33650\n- text: My?? is\n start_ms: 33650\n end_ms: 34690\n- text: The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n start_ms: 34690\n end_ms: 36850\n- text: Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n start_ms: 36850\n end_ms: 38230\n- text: Crease my scar peice\n start_ms: 38230\n end_ms: 40320\n- text: Laid back in my seat\n start_ms: 40320\n end_ms: 41590\n- text: Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n start_ms: 41590\n end_ms: 43770\n- text: Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n start_ms: 43770\n end_ms: 46250\n- text: Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n start_ms: 46250\n end_ms: 48370\n- text: Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n start_ms: 48370\n end_ms: 50850\n- text: She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n start_ms: 50850\n end_ms: 53350\n- text: Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n start_ms: 53350\n end_ms: 55110\n- text: Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n start_ms: 55110\n end_ms: 56970\n- text: Your carmake me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 56970\n end_ms: 58710\n- text: You just make me just hot hot hot\n start_ms: 58710\n end_ms: 61670\n- text: Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 61670\n end_ms: 64230\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 64230\n end_ms: 66680\n- text: Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 66680\n end_ms: 68710\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 68710\n end_ms: 70840\n- text: I'm a take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 70840\n end_ms: 74120\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 74120\n end_ms: 75910\n- text: Check this out, uh\n start_ms: 75910\n end_ms: 76670\n- text: She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n start_ms: 76670\n end_ms: 79160\n- text: We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n start_ms: 79160\n end_ms: 81560\n- text: Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n start_ms: 81560\n end_ms: 84010\n- text: I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n start_ms: 84010\n end_ms: 86170\n- text: We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n start_ms: 86170\n end_ms: 89020\n- text: Scooby dooby hizza\n start_ms: 89020\n end_ms: 90100\n- text: I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n start_ms: 90100\n end_ms: 93630\n- text: Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n start_ms: 93630\n end_ms: 97620\n- text: I've got her right where I want her\n start_ms: 97620\n end_ms: 98680\n- text: Reality about to creep up on her\n start_ms: 98680\n end_ms: 100800\n- text: Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n start_ms: 100800\n end_ms: 103210\n- text: While the light reflects off my icp\n start_ms: 103210\n end_ms: 105420\n- text: Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n start_ms: 105420\n end_ms: 107920\n- text: Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n start_ms: 107920\n end_ms: 110030\n- text: I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n start_ms: 110030\n end_ms: 112510\n- text: I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n start_ms: 112510\n end_ms: 114500\n- text: Your car makes me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 114500\n end_ms: 116570\n- text: You just make me just hot hot hot\n start_ms: 116570\n end_ms: 119070\n- text: I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 119070\n end_ms: 121550\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 121550\n end_ms: 124020\n- text: Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 124020\n end_ms: 126570\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 126570\n end_ms: 128710\n- text: I'll take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 128710\n end_ms: 131230\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 131230\n end_ms: 133640\n- text: Check yourself, uh\n start_ms: 133640\n end_ms: 134840\n- text: You burst out of semi-??\n start_ms: 134840\n end_ms: 136120\n- text: She pulled down the staps to her dress\n start_ms: 136120\n end_ms: 138660\n- text: Reached in the? sparked up sess\n start_ms: 138660\n end_ms: 140790\n- text: Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n start_ms: 140790\n end_ms: 143630\n- text: She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n start_ms: 143630\n end_ms: 145770\n- text: And give up girl to push whips?\"\n start_ms: 145770\n end_ms: 148160\n- text: Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n start_ms: 148160\n end_ms: 150300\n- text: Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n start_ms: 150300\n end_ms: 153220\n- text: She said \"I would do anthing for??\n start_ms: 153220\n end_ms: 155370\n- text: Give deep? to? man coats\n start_ms: 155370\n end_ms: 158280\n- text: Take off my??\n start_ms: 158280\n end_ms: 158950\n- text: Drop to my knees\"\n start_ms: 158950\n end_ms: 160760\n- text: Talking in my face\n start_ms: 160760\n end_ms: 162100\n- text: Breath smelling like cheese\n start_ms: 162100\n end_ms: 163180\n- text: I asked her\n start_ms: 163180\n end_ms: 164540\n- text: Shorty you degrade yourself\n start_ms: 164540\n end_ms: 165510\n- text: Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n start_ms: 165510\n end_ms: 167680\n- text: You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n start_ms: 167680\n end_ms: 169850\n- text: Keisha said \"why?\"\n start_ms: 169850\n end_ms: 171820\n- text: I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n start_ms: 171820\n end_ms: 175700\n- text: Then he correct that\"\n start_ms: 175700\n end_ms: 176860\n- text: Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n start_ms: 176860\n end_ms: 179210\n- text: A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n start_ms: 179210\n end_ms: 181870\n- text: So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n start_ms: 181870\n end_ms: 184220\n- text: You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n start_ms: 184220\n end_ms: 186760\n- text: Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n start_ms: 186760\n end_ms: 189380\n- text: Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n start_ms: 189380\n end_ms: 191090\n- text: Your car makes me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 191090\n end_ms: 193570\n- text: You just make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 193570\n end_ms: 195600\n- text: I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 195600\n end_ms: 197730\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 197730\n end_ms: 200510\n- text: Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 200510\n end_ms: 202610\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 202610\n end_ms: 205090\n- text: I'm a take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 205090\n end_ms: 207410\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 207410\n end_ms: 209950\n- text: Check yourself, uh\n start_ms: 209950\n end_ms: 211460\n- text: Your car makes me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 211460\n end_ms: 212850\n- text: You just make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 212850\n end_ms: 214560\n- text: I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 214560\n end_ms: 217090\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 217090\n end_ms: 219320\n- text: Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 219320\n end_ms: 222130\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 222130\n end_ms: 223940\n- text: I'm a take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 223940\n end_ms: 224680\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 224680\n end_ms: 225330\n- text: Check yourself, uh\n start_ms: 225330\n end_ms: 225910\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 225910\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":5033973,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot (TTD'A Mix)","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot (TTD'A Mix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.05] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n[00:16.65] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:19.42] I was swerving thru Queens\n[00:21.37] Fully growin' benz\n[00:22.38] Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n[00:24.56] Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n[00:28.60] Rappin' to my mens\n[00:29.57] Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n[00:33.65] My?? is\n[00:34.69] The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n[00:36.85] Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n[00:38.23] Crease my scar peice\n[00:40.32] Laid back in my seat\n[00:41.59] Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n[00:43.77] Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n[00:46.25] Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n[00:48.37] Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n[00:50.85] She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n[00:53.35] Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n[00:55.11] Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n[00:56.97] Your carmake me hot hot hot\n[00:58.71] You just make me just hot hot hot\n[01:01.67] Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[01:04.23] They make me hot hot hot\n[01:06.68] Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n[01:08.71] You keep me hot hot hot\n[01:10.84] I'm a take you for all you've got\n[01:14.12] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[01:15.91] Check this out, uh\n[01:16.67] She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n[01:19.16] We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n[01:21.56] Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n[01:24.01] I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n[01:26.17] We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n[01:29.02] Scooby dooby hizza\n[01:30.10] I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n[01:33.63] Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n[01:37.62] I've got her right where I want her\n[01:38.68] Reality about to creep up on her\n[01:40.80] Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n[01:43.21] While the light reflects off my icp\n[01:45.42] Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n[01:47.92] Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n[01:50.03] I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n[01:52.51] I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n[01:54.50] Your car makes me hot hot hot\n[01:56.57] You just make me just hot hot hot\n[01:59.07] I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[02:01.55] They make me hot hot hot\n[02:04.02] Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n[02:06.57] You keep me hot hot hot\n[02:08.71] I'll take you for all you've got\n[02:11.23] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[02:13.64] Check yourself, uh\n[02:14.84] You burst out of semi-??\n[02:16.12] She pulled down the staps to her dress\n[02:18.66] Reached in the? sparked up sess\n[02:20.79] Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n[02:23.63] She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n[02:25.77] And give up girl to push whips?\"\n[02:28.16] Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n[02:30.30] Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n[02:33.22] She said \"I would do anthing for??\n[02:35.37] Give deep? to? man coats\n[02:38.28] Take off my??\n[02:38.95] Drop to my knees\"\n[02:40.76] Talking in my face\n[02:42.10] Breath smelling like cheese\n[02:43.18] I asked her\n[02:44.54] Shorty you degrade yourself\n[02:45.51] Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n[02:47.68] You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n[02:49.85] Keisha said \"why?\"\n[02:51.82] I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n[02:55.70] Then he correct that\"\n[02:56.86] Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n[02:59.21] A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n[03:01.87] So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n[03:04.22] You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n[03:06.76] Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n[03:09.38] Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n[03:11.09] Your car makes me hot hot hot\n[03:13.57] You just make me hot hot hot\n[03:15.60] I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[03:17.73] They make me hot hot hot\n[03:20.51] Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n[03:22.61] You keep me hot hot hot\n[03:25.09] I'm a take you for all you've got\n[03:27.41] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[03:29.95] Check yourself, uh\n[03:31.46] Your car makes me hot hot hot\n[03:32.85] You just make me hot hot hot\n[03:34.56] I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[03:37.09] They make me hot hot hot\n[03:39.32] Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n[03:42.13] You keep me hot hot hot\n[03:43.94] I'm a take you for all you've got\n[03:44.68] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[03:45.33] Check yourself, uh\n[03:45.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot (TTD'A Mix)\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Hot, Hot, Hot\n duration_ms: 227000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n start_ms: 12050\n end_ms: 16650\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 16650\n end_ms: 19420\n- text: I was swerving thru Queens\n start_ms: 19420\n end_ms: 21370\n- text: Fully growin' benz\n start_ms: 21370\n end_ms: 22380\n- text: Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n start_ms: 22380\n end_ms: 24560\n- text: Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n start_ms: 24560\n end_ms: 28600\n- text: Rappin' to my mens\n start_ms: 28600\n end_ms: 29570\n- text: Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n start_ms: 29570\n end_ms: 33650\n- text: My?? is\n start_ms: 33650\n end_ms: 34690\n- text: The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n start_ms: 34690\n end_ms: 36850\n- text: Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n start_ms: 36850\n end_ms: 38230\n- text: Crease my scar peice\n start_ms: 38230\n end_ms: 40320\n- text: Laid back in my seat\n start_ms: 40320\n end_ms: 41590\n- text: Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n start_ms: 41590\n end_ms: 43770\n- text: Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n start_ms: 43770\n end_ms: 46250\n- text: Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n start_ms: 46250\n end_ms: 48370\n- text: Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n start_ms: 48370\n end_ms: 50850\n- text: She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n start_ms: 50850\n end_ms: 53350\n- text: Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n start_ms: 53350\n end_ms: 55110\n- text: Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n start_ms: 55110\n end_ms: 56970\n- text: Your carmake me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 56970\n end_ms: 58710\n- text: You just make me just hot hot hot\n start_ms: 58710\n end_ms: 61670\n- text: Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 61670\n end_ms: 64230\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 64230\n end_ms: 66680\n- text: Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 66680\n end_ms: 68710\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 68710\n end_ms: 70840\n- text: I'm a take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 70840\n end_ms: 74120\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 74120\n end_ms: 75910\n- text: Check this out, uh\n start_ms: 75910\n end_ms: 76670\n- text: She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n start_ms: 76670\n end_ms: 79160\n- text: We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n start_ms: 79160\n end_ms: 81560\n- text: Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n start_ms: 81560\n end_ms: 84010\n- text: I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n start_ms: 84010\n end_ms: 86170\n- text: We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n start_ms: 86170\n end_ms: 89020\n- text: Scooby dooby hizza\n start_ms: 89020\n end_ms: 90100\n- text: I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n start_ms: 90100\n end_ms: 93630\n- text: Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n start_ms: 93630\n end_ms: 97620\n- text: I've got her right where I want her\n start_ms: 97620\n end_ms: 98680\n- text: Reality about to creep up on her\n start_ms: 98680\n end_ms: 100800\n- text: Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n start_ms: 100800\n end_ms: 103210\n- text: While the light reflects off my icp\n start_ms: 103210\n end_ms: 105420\n- text: Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n start_ms: 105420\n end_ms: 107920\n- text: Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n start_ms: 107920\n end_ms: 110030\n- text: I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n start_ms: 110030\n end_ms: 112510\n- text: I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n start_ms: 112510\n end_ms: 114500\n- text: Your car makes me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 114500\n end_ms: 116570\n- text: You just make me just hot hot hot\n start_ms: 116570\n end_ms: 119070\n- text: I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 119070\n end_ms: 121550\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 121550\n end_ms: 124020\n- text: Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 124020\n end_ms: 126570\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 126570\n end_ms: 128710\n- text: I'll take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 128710\n end_ms: 131230\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 131230\n end_ms: 133640\n- text: Check yourself, uh\n start_ms: 133640\n end_ms: 134840\n- text: You burst out of semi-??\n start_ms: 134840\n end_ms: 136120\n- text: She pulled down the staps to her dress\n start_ms: 136120\n end_ms: 138660\n- text: Reached in the? sparked up sess\n start_ms: 138660\n end_ms: 140790\n- text: Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n start_ms: 140790\n end_ms: 143630\n- text: She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n start_ms: 143630\n end_ms: 145770\n- text: And give up girl to push whips?\"\n start_ms: 145770\n end_ms: 148160\n- text: Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n start_ms: 148160\n end_ms: 150300\n- text: Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n start_ms: 150300\n end_ms: 153220\n- text: She said \"I would do anthing for??\n start_ms: 153220\n end_ms: 155370\n- text: Give deep? to? man coats\n start_ms: 155370\n end_ms: 158280\n- text: Take off my??\n start_ms: 158280\n end_ms: 158950\n- text: Drop to my knees\"\n start_ms: 158950\n end_ms: 160760\n- text: Talking in my face\n start_ms: 160760\n end_ms: 162100\n- text: Breath smelling like cheese\n start_ms: 162100\n end_ms: 163180\n- text: I asked her\n start_ms: 163180\n end_ms: 164540\n- text: Shorty you degrade yourself\n start_ms: 164540\n end_ms: 165510\n- text: Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n start_ms: 165510\n end_ms: 167680\n- text: You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n start_ms: 167680\n end_ms: 169850\n- text: Keisha said \"why?\"\n start_ms: 169850\n end_ms: 171820\n- text: I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n start_ms: 171820\n end_ms: 175700\n- text: Then he correct that\"\n start_ms: 175700\n end_ms: 176860\n- text: Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n start_ms: 176860\n end_ms: 179210\n- text: A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n start_ms: 179210\n end_ms: 181870\n- text: So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n start_ms: 181870\n end_ms: 184220\n- text: You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n start_ms: 184220\n end_ms: 186760\n- text: Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n start_ms: 186760\n end_ms: 189380\n- text: Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n start_ms: 189380\n end_ms: 191090\n- text: Your car makes me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 191090\n end_ms: 193570\n- text: You just make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 193570\n end_ms: 195600\n- text: I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 195600\n end_ms: 197730\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 197730\n end_ms: 200510\n- text: Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 200510\n end_ms: 202610\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 202610\n end_ms: 205090\n- text: I'm a take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 205090\n end_ms: 207410\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 207410\n end_ms: 209950\n- text: Check yourself, uh\n start_ms: 209950\n end_ms: 211460\n- text: Your car makes me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 211460\n end_ms: 212850\n- text: You just make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 212850\n end_ms: 214560\n- text: I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 214560\n end_ms: 217090\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 217090\n end_ms: 219320\n- text: Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 219320\n end_ms: 222130\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 222130\n end_ms: 223940\n- text: I'm a take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 223940\n end_ms: 224680\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 224680\n end_ms: 225330\n- text: Check yourself, uh\n start_ms: 225330\n end_ms: 225910\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 225910\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":18888315,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"LL Cool J - Phenomenon","duration":262.747563,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: LL Cool J - Phenomenon\n duration_ms: 262748\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":21621412,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot (TTD'A Mix)","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot (TTD'A Mix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hot, Hot, Hot (CDM)","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.05] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n[00:16.65] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:19.42] I was swerving thru Queens\n[00:21.37] Fully growin' benz\n[00:22.38] Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n[00:24.56] Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n[00:28.60] Rappin' to my mens\n[00:29.57] Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n[00:33.65] My?? is\n[00:34.69] The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n[00:36.85] Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n[00:38.23] Crease my scar peice\n[00:40.32] Laid back in my seat\n[00:41.59] Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n[00:43.77] Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n[00:46.25] Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n[00:48.37] Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n[00:50.85] She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n[00:53.35] Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n[00:55.11] Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n[00:56.97] Your carmake me hot hot hot\n[00:58.71] You just make me just hot hot hot\n[01:01.67] Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[01:04.23] They make me hot hot hot\n[01:06.68] Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n[01:08.71] You keep me hot hot hot\n[01:10.84] I'm a take you for all you've got\n[01:14.12] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[01:15.91] Check this out, uh\n[01:16.67] She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n[01:19.16] We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n[01:21.56] Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n[01:24.01] I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n[01:26.17] We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n[01:29.02] Scooby dooby hizza\n[01:30.10] I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n[01:33.63] Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n[01:37.62] I've got her right where I want her\n[01:38.68] Reality about to creep up on her\n[01:40.80] Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n[01:43.21] While the light reflects off my icp\n[01:45.42] Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n[01:47.92] Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n[01:50.03] I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n[01:52.51] I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n[01:54.50] Your car makes me hot hot hot\n[01:56.57] You just make me just hot hot hot\n[01:59.07] I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[02:01.55] They make me hot hot hot\n[02:04.02] Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n[02:06.57] You keep me hot hot hot\n[02:08.71] I'll take you for all you've got\n[02:11.23] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[02:13.64] Check yourself, uh\n[02:14.84] You burst out of semi-??\n[02:16.12] She pulled down the staps to her dress\n[02:18.66] Reached in the? sparked up sess\n[02:20.79] Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n[02:23.63] She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n[02:25.77] And give up girl to push whips?\"\n[02:28.16] Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n[02:30.30] Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n[02:33.22] She said \"I would do anthing for??\n[02:35.37] Give deep? to? man coats\n[02:38.28] Take off my??\n[02:38.95] Drop to my knees\"\n[02:40.76] Talking in my face\n[02:42.10] Breath smelling like cheese\n[02:43.18] I asked her\n[02:44.54] Shorty you degrade yourself\n[02:45.51] Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n[02:47.68] You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n[02:49.85] Keisha said \"why?\"\n[02:51.82] I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n[02:55.70] Then he correct that\"\n[02:56.86] Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n[02:59.21] A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n[03:01.87] So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n[03:04.22] You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n[03:06.76] Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n[03:09.38] Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n[03:11.09] Your car makes me hot hot hot\n[03:13.57] You just make me hot hot hot\n[03:15.60] I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[03:17.73] They make me hot hot hot\n[03:20.51] Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n[03:22.61] You keep me hot hot hot\n[03:25.09] I'm a take you for all you've got\n[03:27.41] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[03:29.95] Check yourself, uh\n[03:31.46] Your car makes me hot hot hot\n[03:32.85] You just make me hot hot hot\n[03:34.56] I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n[03:37.09] They make me hot hot hot\n[03:39.32] Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n[03:42.13] You keep me hot hot hot\n[03:43.94] I'm a take you for all you've got\n[03:44.68] Baby girl just stop stop stop\n[03:45.33] Check yourself, uh\n[03:45.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot (TTD'A Mix)\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Hot, Hot, Hot (CDM)\n duration_ms: 227000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n start_ms: 12050\n end_ms: 16650\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 16650\n end_ms: 19420\n- text: I was swerving thru Queens\n start_ms: 19420\n end_ms: 21370\n- text: Fully growin' benz\n start_ms: 21370\n end_ms: 22380\n- text: Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n start_ms: 22380\n end_ms: 24560\n- text: Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n start_ms: 24560\n end_ms: 28600\n- text: Rappin' to my mens\n start_ms: 28600\n end_ms: 29570\n- text: Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n start_ms: 29570\n end_ms: 33650\n- text: My?? is\n start_ms: 33650\n end_ms: 34690\n- text: The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n start_ms: 34690\n end_ms: 36850\n- text: Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n start_ms: 36850\n end_ms: 38230\n- text: Crease my scar peice\n start_ms: 38230\n end_ms: 40320\n- text: Laid back in my seat\n start_ms: 40320\n end_ms: 41590\n- text: Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n start_ms: 41590\n end_ms: 43770\n- text: Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n start_ms: 43770\n end_ms: 46250\n- text: Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n start_ms: 46250\n end_ms: 48370\n- text: Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n start_ms: 48370\n end_ms: 50850\n- text: She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n start_ms: 50850\n end_ms: 53350\n- text: Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n start_ms: 53350\n end_ms: 55110\n- text: Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n start_ms: 55110\n end_ms: 56970\n- text: Your carmake me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 56970\n end_ms: 58710\n- text: You just make me just hot hot hot\n start_ms: 58710\n end_ms: 61670\n- text: Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 61670\n end_ms: 64230\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 64230\n end_ms: 66680\n- text: Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 66680\n end_ms: 68710\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 68710\n end_ms: 70840\n- text: I'm a take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 70840\n end_ms: 74120\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 74120\n end_ms: 75910\n- text: Check this out, uh\n start_ms: 75910\n end_ms: 76670\n- text: She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n start_ms: 76670\n end_ms: 79160\n- text: We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n start_ms: 79160\n end_ms: 81560\n- text: Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n start_ms: 81560\n end_ms: 84010\n- text: I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n start_ms: 84010\n end_ms: 86170\n- text: We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n start_ms: 86170\n end_ms: 89020\n- text: Scooby dooby hizza\n start_ms: 89020\n end_ms: 90100\n- text: I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n start_ms: 90100\n end_ms: 93630\n- text: Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n start_ms: 93630\n end_ms: 97620\n- text: I've got her right where I want her\n start_ms: 97620\n end_ms: 98680\n- text: Reality about to creep up on her\n start_ms: 98680\n end_ms: 100800\n- text: Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n start_ms: 100800\n end_ms: 103210\n- text: While the light reflects off my icp\n start_ms: 103210\n end_ms: 105420\n- text: Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n start_ms: 105420\n end_ms: 107920\n- text: Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n start_ms: 107920\n end_ms: 110030\n- text: I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n start_ms: 110030\n end_ms: 112510\n- text: I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n start_ms: 112510\n end_ms: 114500\n- text: Your car makes me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 114500\n end_ms: 116570\n- text: You just make me just hot hot hot\n start_ms: 116570\n end_ms: 119070\n- text: I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 119070\n end_ms: 121550\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 121550\n end_ms: 124020\n- text: Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 124020\n end_ms: 126570\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 126570\n end_ms: 128710\n- text: I'll take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 128710\n end_ms: 131230\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 131230\n end_ms: 133640\n- text: Check yourself, uh\n start_ms: 133640\n end_ms: 134840\n- text: You burst out of semi-??\n start_ms: 134840\n end_ms: 136120\n- text: She pulled down the staps to her dress\n start_ms: 136120\n end_ms: 138660\n- text: Reached in the? sparked up sess\n start_ms: 138660\n end_ms: 140790\n- text: Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n start_ms: 140790\n end_ms: 143630\n- text: She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n start_ms: 143630\n end_ms: 145770\n- text: And give up girl to push whips?\"\n start_ms: 145770\n end_ms: 148160\n- text: Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n start_ms: 148160\n end_ms: 150300\n- text: Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n start_ms: 150300\n end_ms: 153220\n- text: She said \"I would do anthing for??\n start_ms: 153220\n end_ms: 155370\n- text: Give deep? to? man coats\n start_ms: 155370\n end_ms: 158280\n- text: Take off my??\n start_ms: 158280\n end_ms: 158950\n- text: Drop to my knees\"\n start_ms: 158950\n end_ms: 160760\n- text: Talking in my face\n start_ms: 160760\n end_ms: 162100\n- text: Breath smelling like cheese\n start_ms: 162100\n end_ms: 163180\n- text: I asked her\n start_ms: 163180\n end_ms: 164540\n- text: Shorty you degrade yourself\n start_ms: 164540\n end_ms: 165510\n- text: Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n start_ms: 165510\n end_ms: 167680\n- text: You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n start_ms: 167680\n end_ms: 169850\n- text: Keisha said \"why?\"\n start_ms: 169850\n end_ms: 171820\n- text: I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n start_ms: 171820\n end_ms: 175700\n- text: Then he correct that\"\n start_ms: 175700\n end_ms: 176860\n- text: Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n start_ms: 176860\n end_ms: 179210\n- text: A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n start_ms: 179210\n end_ms: 181870\n- text: So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n start_ms: 181870\n end_ms: 184220\n- text: You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n start_ms: 184220\n end_ms: 186760\n- text: Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n start_ms: 186760\n end_ms: 189380\n- text: Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n start_ms: 189380\n end_ms: 191090\n- text: Your car makes me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 191090\n end_ms: 193570\n- text: You just make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 193570\n end_ms: 195600\n- text: I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 195600\n end_ms: 197730\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 197730\n end_ms: 200510\n- text: Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 200510\n end_ms: 202610\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 202610\n end_ms: 205090\n- text: I'm a take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 205090\n end_ms: 207410\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 207410\n end_ms: 209950\n- text: Check yourself, uh\n start_ms: 209950\n end_ms: 211460\n- text: Your car makes me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 211460\n end_ms: 212850\n- text: You just make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 212850\n end_ms: 214560\n- text: I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n start_ms: 214560\n end_ms: 217090\n- text: They make me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 217090\n end_ms: 219320\n- text: Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n start_ms: 219320\n end_ms: 222130\n- text: You keep me hot hot hot\n start_ms: 222130\n end_ms: 223940\n- text: I'm a take you for all you've got\n start_ms: 223940\n end_ms: 224680\n- text: Baby girl just stop stop stop\n start_ms: 224680\n end_ms: 225330\n- text: Check yourself, uh\n start_ms: 225330\n end_ms: 225910\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 225910\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":18887243,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"LL Cool J - Best Of LL Cool J - R&B Edition Mixtape","duration":128.9745,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: LL Cool J - Best Of LL Cool J - R&B Edition Mixtape\n duration_ms: 128975\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":17564040,"name":"Make It Hot","trackName":"Make It Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"LL Cool J: Mr. Smith","duration":271.804082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aha, y'nahmean?\nWord up, just wanna bring 'em to it real\nReal rugged like, uhh, man\nMake me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean?\nGo diggin', uhh, check it\n\nI bring the butter, huh\nMake you wanna creep up on one another, huh\nI'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh\nI got the fam rollin' like brothers, huh\n\nWe in the mecca, moey, rollie glistenin'\nRainin' on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin'\nGround zero funk track, it's mega\nDoin' wild damage to your arm, legga, legga\n\nWho's that? The bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques\nPumpin' blends, creepin' up the back streets\nThrow your rocks up high and let 'em gleam\nIt's the uncle what? Uncle L makes a wild scene\n\nAnd I be blowin' all the rookies out the frame\nAnd they be known uncle's flowin' in the game\nQueens to uptown I'm gettin' down for my crown\nWhen you see me comin' thru, just gimme a pound\nAnd say\n\nYeah, I'm 'bout to wet it up, get it up\nTake a track, drape it in jewels and set it up\nI'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor\nDime pieces throw it at me like a free picker\n\nI'm open, I let the funk soak in\nI taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin'\nYeah, son I'm all up in ya mix\nYa callin' in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick\n\nGolden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists\nWhen I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst\nOf my cycle, every move I make is vital\nCrucial, official, brothers sayin' \"L, we miss you\"\n\nMuch love to all the shooby doobies and cliques\nWhile you're bawlin' in the coupe, you know I had to get the six\nGet your swerve on boo, chill wit me\nGet me, I want the cream, baby hit me\n\nKeep it comin', baby\nKeep it comin', baby\nKeep it comin', baby\nKeep it comin', baby, keep on\n\nKeep it comin', baby\nKeep it comin', baby\nKeep it comin', baby\nKeep it comin', baby, keep on\n\nKeep it comin', baby\nKeep it comin', baby\nKeep it comin', baby\nKeep it comin', baby, keep on\n\nSomebody tell me the way I keep comin' up\nFunk runnin' up and mad spots is blowin' up\nIt gets hot when I manifest melodies\nBeatin' niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin' me?\n\nGet your drink on, throw you mink on\nLet your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout\nI got ya deep deep down inside my mixture\nSwervin' curbs, servin' as I fixed ya\n\nFormulated and combinated, the people congregated\nYou frontin' for nothin', your crew is overrated\nAnd I'ma take it on down to the AM\nKeep the drama flowin' 'til the party cave in\n\nUhh, I get you open, baby, come and get a fix\nYo, that's word to mother I be droppin' mad shit\nLet's organize, bounce together for real son\nTrick a little though, sip a little Moe, peace one\n\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep on\n\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep on\n\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep on\n\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\nKeep it comin' baby, keep on","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.63] Aha, y'nahmean?\n[00:06.49] Word up, just wanna bring 'em to it real\n[00:10.18] Real rugged like, uhh, man\n[00:16.47] Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean?\n[00:20.05] Go diggin', uhh, check it\n[00:22.80] I bring the butter, huh\n[00:25.53] Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh\n[00:27.34] I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh\n[00:30.06] I got the fam rollin' like brothers, huh\n[00:32.79] We in the mecca, moey, rollie glistenin'\n[00:36.38] Rainin' on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin'\n[00:39.11] Ground zero funk track, it's mega\n[00:41.89] Doin' wild damage to your arm, legga, legga\n[00:44.56] Who's that? The bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques\n[00:47.24] Pumpin' blends, creepin' up the back streets\n[00:49.99] Throw your rocks up high and let 'em gleam\n[00:52.79] It's the uncle what? Uncle L makes a wild scene\n[00:54.53] And I be blowin' all the rookies out the frame\n[00:58.10] And they be known uncle's flowin' in the game\n[00:59.96] Queens to uptown I'm gettin' down for my crown\n[01:02.79] When you see me comin' thru, just gimme a pound\n[01:05.47] And say\n[01:07.29] Yeah, I'm 'bout to wet it up, get it up\n[01:29.94] Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up\n[01:32.60] I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor\n[01:35.31] Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker\n[01:38.99] I'm open, I let the funk soak in\n[01:41.61] I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin'\n[01:43.52] Yeah, son I'm all up in ya mix\n[01:47.10] Ya callin' in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick\n[01:48.93] Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists\n[01:52.55] When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst\n[01:55.20] Of my cycle, every move I make is vital\n[01:58.02] Crucial, official, brothers sayin' \"L, we miss you\"\n[02:00.72] Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques\n[02:03.45] While you're bawlin' in the coupe, you know I had to get the six\n[02:06.12] Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me\n[02:08.96] Get me, I want the cream, baby hit me\n[02:11.60] Keep it comin', baby\n[02:22.59] Keep it comin', baby\n[02:24.35] Keep it comin', baby\n[02:37.08] Keep it comin', baby, keep on\n[02:40.69] Keep it comin', baby\n[02:43.35] Keep it comin', baby\n[02:45.14] Keep it comin', baby\n[02:46.94] Keep it comin', baby, keep on\n[02:48.74] Keep it comin', baby\n[02:50.64] Keep it comin', baby\n[02:51.58] Keep it comin', baby\n[02:54.24] Keep it comin', baby, keep on\n[02:56.01] Somebody tell me the way I keep comin' up\n[02:57.87] Funk runnin' up and mad spots is blowin' up\n[03:00.52] It gets hot when I manifest melodies\n[03:03.32] Beatin' niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin' me?\n[03:06.04] Get your drink on, throw you mink on\n[03:07.86] Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n[03:11.47] I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture\n[03:13.29] Swervin' curbs, servin' as I fixed ya\n[03:15.98] Formulated and combinated, the people congregated\n[03:19.62] You frontin' for nothin', your crew is overrated\n[03:23.22] And I'ma take it on down to the AM\n[03:25.08] Keep the drama flowin' 'til the party cave in\n[03:26.88] Uhh, I get you open, baby, come and get a fix\n[03:30.40] Yo, that's word to mother I be droppin' mad shit\n[03:32.30] Let's organize, bounce together for real son\n[03:36.86] Trick a little though, sip a little Moe, peace one\n[04:01.33] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:03.16] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:04.02] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:05.85] Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n[04:06.75] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:07.68] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:08.57] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:09.46] Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n[04:11.27] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:13.16] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:14.92] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:16.71] Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n[04:17.65] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:18.54] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:19.48] Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n[04:23.95] Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n[04:24.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Make It Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: 'LL Cool J: Mr. Smith'\n duration_ms: 271804\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Aha, y'nahmean?\n start_ms: 4630\n end_ms: 6490\n- text: Word up, just wanna bring 'em to it real\n start_ms: 6490\n end_ms: 10180\n- text: Real rugged like, uhh, man\n start_ms: 10180\n end_ms: 16470\n- text: Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean?\n start_ms: 16470\n end_ms: 20050\n- text: Go diggin', uhh, check it\n start_ms: 20050\n end_ms: 22800\n- text: I bring the butter, huh\n start_ms: 22800\n end_ms: 25530\n- text: Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh\n start_ms: 25530\n end_ms: 27340\n- text: I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh\n start_ms: 27340\n end_ms: 30060\n- text: I got the fam rollin' like brothers, huh\n start_ms: 30060\n end_ms: 32790\n- text: We in the mecca, moey, rollie glistenin'\n start_ms: 32790\n end_ms: 36380\n- text: Rainin' on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin'\n start_ms: 36380\n end_ms: 39110\n- text: Ground zero funk track, it's mega\n start_ms: 39110\n end_ms: 41890\n- text: Doin' wild damage to your arm, legga, legga\n start_ms: 41890\n end_ms: 44560\n- text: Who's that? The bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques\n start_ms: 44560\n end_ms: 47240\n- text: Pumpin' blends, creepin' up the back streets\n start_ms: 47240\n end_ms: 49990\n- text: Throw your rocks up high and let 'em gleam\n start_ms: 49990\n end_ms: 52790\n- text: It's the uncle what? Uncle L makes a wild scene\n start_ms: 52790\n end_ms: 54530\n- text: And I be blowin' all the rookies out the frame\n start_ms: 54530\n end_ms: 58100\n- text: And they be known uncle's flowin' in the game\n start_ms: 58100\n end_ms: 59960\n- text: Queens to uptown I'm gettin' down for my crown\n start_ms: 59960\n end_ms: 62790\n- text: When you see me comin' thru, just gimme a pound\n start_ms: 62790\n end_ms: 65470\n- text: And say\n start_ms: 65470\n end_ms: 67290\n- text: Yeah, I'm 'bout to wet it up, get it up\n start_ms: 67290\n end_ms: 89940\n- text: Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up\n start_ms: 89940\n end_ms: 92600\n- text: I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor\n start_ms: 92600\n end_ms: 95310\n- text: Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker\n start_ms: 95310\n end_ms: 98990\n- text: I'm open, I let the funk soak in\n start_ms: 98990\n end_ms: 101610\n- text: I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin'\n start_ms: 101610\n end_ms: 103520\n- text: Yeah, son I'm all up in ya mix\n start_ms: 103520\n end_ms: 107100\n- text: Ya callin' in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick\n start_ms: 107100\n end_ms: 108930\n- text: Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists\n start_ms: 108930\n end_ms: 112550\n- text: When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst\n start_ms: 112550\n end_ms: 115200\n- text: Of my cycle, every move I make is vital\n start_ms: 115200\n end_ms: 118020\n- text: Crucial, official, brothers sayin' \"L, we miss you\"\n start_ms: 118020\n end_ms: 120720\n- text: Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques\n start_ms: 120720\n end_ms: 123450\n- text: While you're bawlin' in the coupe, you know I had to get the six\n start_ms: 123450\n end_ms: 126120\n- text: Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me\n start_ms: 126120\n end_ms: 128960\n- text: Get me, I want the cream, baby hit me\n start_ms: 128960\n end_ms: 131600\n- text: Keep it comin', baby\n start_ms: 131600\n end_ms: 142590\n- text: Keep it comin', baby\n start_ms: 142590\n end_ms: 144350\n- text: Keep it comin', baby\n start_ms: 144350\n end_ms: 157080\n- text: Keep it comin', baby, keep on\n start_ms: 157080\n end_ms: 160690\n- text: Keep it comin', baby\n start_ms: 160690\n end_ms: 163350\n- text: Keep it comin', baby\n start_ms: 163350\n end_ms: 165140\n- text: Keep it comin', baby\n start_ms: 165140\n end_ms: 166940\n- text: Keep it comin', baby, keep on\n start_ms: 166940\n end_ms: 168740\n- text: Keep it comin', baby\n start_ms: 168740\n end_ms: 170640\n- text: Keep it comin', baby\n start_ms: 170640\n end_ms: 171580\n- text: Keep it comin', baby\n start_ms: 171580\n end_ms: 174240\n- text: Keep it comin', baby, keep on\n start_ms: 174240\n end_ms: 176010\n- text: Somebody tell me the way I keep comin' up\n start_ms: 176010\n end_ms: 177870\n- text: Funk runnin' up and mad spots is blowin' up\n start_ms: 177870\n end_ms: 180520\n- text: It gets hot when I manifest melodies\n start_ms: 180520\n end_ms: 183320\n- text: Beatin' niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin' me?\n start_ms: 183320\n end_ms: 186040\n- text: Get your drink on, throw you mink on\n start_ms: 186040\n end_ms: 187860\n- text: Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n start_ms: 187860\n end_ms: 191470\n- text: I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture\n start_ms: 191470\n end_ms: 193290\n- text: Swervin' curbs, servin' as I fixed ya\n start_ms: 193290\n end_ms: 195980\n- text: Formulated and combinated, the people congregated\n start_ms: 195980\n end_ms: 199620\n- text: You frontin' for nothin', your crew is overrated\n start_ms: 199620\n end_ms: 203220\n- text: And I'ma take it on down to the AM\n start_ms: 203220\n end_ms: 205080\n- text: Keep the drama flowin' 'til the party cave in\n start_ms: 205080\n end_ms: 206880\n- text: Uhh, I get you open, baby, come and get a fix\n start_ms: 206880\n end_ms: 210400\n- text: Yo, that's word to mother I be droppin' mad shit\n start_ms: 210400\n end_ms: 212300\n- text: Let's organize, bounce together for real son\n start_ms: 212300\n end_ms: 216860\n- text: Trick a little though, sip a little Moe, peace one\n start_ms: 216860\n end_ms: 241330\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 241330\n end_ms: 243160\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 243160\n end_ms: 244020\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 244020\n end_ms: 245850\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n start_ms: 245850\n end_ms: 246750\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 246750\n end_ms: 247680\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 247680\n end_ms: 248570\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 248570\n end_ms: 249460\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n start_ms: 249460\n end_ms: 251270\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 251270\n end_ms: 253160\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 253160\n end_ms: 254920\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 254920\n end_ms: 256710\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n start_ms: 256710\n end_ms: 257650\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 257650\n end_ms: 258540\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 258540\n end_ms: 259480\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n start_ms: 259480\n end_ms: 263950\n- text: Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n start_ms: 263950\n end_ms: 264890\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 264890\nplain: |-\n Aha, y'nahmean?\n Word up, just wanna bring 'em to it real\n Real rugged like, uhh, man\n Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean?\n Go diggin', uhh, check it\n\n I bring the butter, huh\n Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh\n I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh\n I got the fam rollin' like brothers, huh\n\n We in the mecca, moey, rollie glistenin'\n Rainin' on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin'\n Ground zero funk track, it's mega\n Doin' wild damage to your arm, legga, legga\n\n Who's that? The bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques\n Pumpin' blends, creepin' up the back streets\n Throw your rocks up high and let 'em gleam\n It's the uncle what? Uncle L makes a wild scene\n\n And I be blowin' all the rookies out the frame\n And they be known uncle's flowin' in the game\n Queens to uptown I'm gettin' down for my crown\n When you see me comin' thru, just gimme a pound\n And say\n\n Yeah, I'm 'bout to wet it up, get it up\n Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up\n I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor\n Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker\n\n I'm open, I let the funk soak in\n I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin'\n Yeah, son I'm all up in ya mix\n Ya callin' in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick\n\n Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists\n When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst\n Of my cycle, every move I make is vital\n Crucial, official, brothers sayin' \"L, we miss you\"\n\n Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques\n While you're bawlin' in the coupe, you know I had to get the six\n Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me\n Get me, I want the cream, baby hit me\n\n Keep it comin', baby\n Keep it comin', baby\n Keep it comin', baby\n Keep it comin', baby, keep on\n\n Keep it comin', baby\n Keep it comin', baby\n Keep it comin', baby\n Keep it comin', baby, keep on\n\n Keep it comin', baby\n Keep it comin', baby\n Keep it comin', baby\n Keep it comin', baby, keep on\n\n Somebody tell me the way I keep comin' up\n Funk runnin' up and mad spots is blowin' up\n It gets hot when I manifest melodies\n Beatin' niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin' me?\n\n Get your drink on, throw you mink on\n Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture\n Swervin' curbs, servin' as I fixed ya\n\n Formulated and combinated, the people congregated\n You frontin' for nothin', your crew is overrated\n And I'ma take it on down to the AM\n Keep the drama flowin' 'til the party cave in\n\n Uhh, I get you open, baby, come and get a fix\n Yo, that's word to mother I be droppin' mad shit\n Let's organize, bounce together for real son\n Trick a little though, sip a little Moe, peace one\n\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep it goin' baby\n Keep it comin' baby, keep on\n"},{"id":25356,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Phenomenon","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Phenomenon\n duration_ms: 239000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":30358588,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Phenomenon [by Hillside]","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Phenomenon [by Hillside]\n duration_ms: 263000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":29628345,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","artistName":"Ll Cool J","albumName":"Top 40 En Tipparade uit 1998","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot\n artist: Ll Cool J\n album: Top 40 En Tipparade uit 1998\n duration_ms: 263000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":30243004,"name":"Hot hot hot","trackName":"Hot hot hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hit explosion '98 Vol 2","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot hot hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Hit explosion '98 Vol 2\n duration_ms: 258000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":32939887,"name":"Hot Hot Hot","trackName":"Hot Hot Hot","artistName":"Ll Cool J","albumName":"Black Hits Volume 2 CD 1","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot Hot Hot\n artist: Ll Cool J\n album: Black Hits Volume 2 CD 1\n duration_ms: 220000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":32511257,"name":"Hot Hot Hot","trackName":"Hot Hot Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Best of Black '98","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot Hot Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Best of Black '98\n duration_ms: 219000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":21247925,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","artistName":"Ll Cool J","albumName":"Phenomenon","duration":264.777143,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot\n artist: Ll Cool J\n album: Phenomenon\n duration_ms: 264777\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":20322315,"name":"Hot Hot Hot","trackName":"Hot Hot Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Best Of Black 98 (Disc 1)","duration":219.358912,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot Hot Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Best Of Black 98 (Disc 1)\n duration_ms: 219359\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":18891452,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Phenomenon","duration":262.746,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Phenomenon\n duration_ms: 262746\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":22090129,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Phenomenon (Japan Edition)","duration":262.706667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Phenomenon (Japan Edition)\n duration_ms: 262707\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":37284903,"name":"Hot, Hot, Hot","trackName":"Hot, Hot, Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Phenomenon","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot, Hot, Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Phenomenon\n duration_ms: 274715\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":37172090,"name":"Hot Hot Hot","trackName":"Hot Hot Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Best Of Black '98 (The Finest Black Music Of The Year)","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot Hot Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Best Of Black '98 (The Finest Black Music Of The Year)\n duration_ms: 219000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":35864950,"name":"Hot hot hot","trackName":"Hot hot hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hit Explosion 1998, Volume 10","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot hot hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Hit Explosion 1998, Volume 10\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"},{"id":36719237,"name":"Hot Hot Hot","trackName":"Hot Hot Hot","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hit Explosion ’98, Volume 2","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\nUh, uh, uh\n\nI was swerving thru Queens\nFully growin' benz\nSearching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\nBanging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\nRappin' to my mens\nThen spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\nMy?? is\nThe smo mo, crept up nice and slow\nBreathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\nCrease my scar peice\nLaid back in my seat\nRight near Bazely projects, on the back streets\nHer name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\nPumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\nStaring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\nShe lived on the southside, so bring things on\nHoney got flavour, and it just don't stop\nDoes she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\nYour carmake me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nIike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck this out, uh\n\nShe slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\nWe jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\nSourced up my keys to the valet cat\nI glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\nWe blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\nScooby dooby hizza\nI'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\nKnowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\nI've got her right where I want her\nReality about to creep up on her\nStroke her softly, gently with my G\nWhile the light reflects off my icp\nWaiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\nLights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\nI kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\nI don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me just hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy just don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'll take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYou burst out of semi-??\nShe pulled down the staps to her dress\nReached in the? sparked up sess\nBanging some Wu Tang feeling the??\nShe said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\nAnd give up girl to push whips?\"\nNever miss some spiritual down to my bone\nWhy you takin' jumbo in that zone\nShe said \"I would do anthing for??\nGive deep? to? man coats\nTake off my??\nDrop to my knees\"\nTalking in my face\nBreath smelling like cheese\nI asked her\nShorty you degrade yourself\nJust to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\nYou turnin' me off, I can't lie\nKeisha said \"why?\"\nI said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\nThen he correct that\"\nIce is the price for an overnight wife\nA true shark caller don't want that in his life\nSo all you ladies that are selling you're souls\nYou need to put you hooker vibes on hold\nAsk for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\nDead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh\n\nYour car makes me hot hot hot\nYou just make me hot hot hot\nI Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\nThey make me hot hot hot\nBaby boy don't stop stop stop\nYou keep me hot hot hot\nI'm a take you for all you've got\nBaby girl just stop stop stop\nCheck yourself, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hot Hot Hot\n artist: LL Cool J\n album: Hit Explosion ’98, Volume 2\n duration_ms: 258000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah\n Uh, uh, uh\n\n I was swerving thru Queens\n Fully growin' benz\n Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system\n Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec\n Rappin' to my mens\n Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly\n My?? is\n The smo mo, crept up nice and slow\n Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice\n Crease my scar peice\n Laid back in my seat\n Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets\n Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge\n Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college\n Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne\n She lived on the southside, so bring things on\n Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop\n Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks\n\n Your carmake me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check this out, uh\n\n She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York\n We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk\n Sourced up my keys to the valet cat\n I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that\n We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde\n Scooby dooby hizza\n I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit\n Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh\n I've got her right where I want her\n Reality about to creep up on her\n Stroke her softly, gently with my G\n While the light reflects off my icp\n Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer\n Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer\n I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop\n I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me just hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy just don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'll take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n You burst out of semi-??\n She pulled down the staps to her dress\n Reached in the? sparked up sess\n Banging some Wu Tang feeling the??\n She said \"Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,\n And give up girl to push whips?\"\n Never miss some spiritual down to my bone\n Why you takin' jumbo in that zone\n She said \"I would do anthing for??\n Give deep? to? man coats\n Take off my??\n Drop to my knees\"\n Talking in my face\n Breath smelling like cheese\n I asked her\n Shorty you degrade yourself\n Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf\n You turnin' me off, I can't lie\n Keisha said \"why?\"\n I said, \"yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,\n Then he correct that\"\n Ice is the price for an overnight wife\n A true shark caller don't want that in his life\n So all you ladies that are selling you're souls\n You need to put you hooker vibes on hold\n Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll,\n Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n\n Your car makes me hot hot hot\n You just make me hot hot hot\n I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks\n They make me hot hot hot\n Baby boy don't stop stop stop\n You keep me hot hot hot\n I'm a take you for all you've got\n Baby girl just stop stop stop\n Check yourself, uh\n"}]