Lirik Lagu Make It Hot (Put It Down) - Lil Mama
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Chorus:]I, I came to put it downStraight from New York to da A-TownHaters wanna see me downI ain't even put, put, put it down
And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-OhAnd if I skip em' or chip em' they gon be like-NoCause when I'm spittin' they sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
[Verse:]It's Little Mama voice of the young peopleMouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed... Whoa!I'm about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flowAfter me that's as far as it goesCause Little Mama got whips and chainsThe only time you see it bark is at a tear for I'm a walk ya gameBeen G'd up since Hawk was lainSo you doubt me you doubt ya brainMust, must be insane to ever thinkin' that a chick like B could ever, ever see a chick like meThat's Crazy!And if you ever thought that it might beThen you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!Been crazy since I was a baby!Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazyLet the whole world know I gets crazy!With da music I make it hot
[Chorus]
Hot, hot my lyrics be poppingOh how I could just spit it so sloppyThe way that I be rocking they probably think I'm cockyBut they don't know about me I grab it til I lock it-DownThey pointin' fingaz and chose me cause I'm a hold it-DownI'm spittin records and bet this you can't control it-NowThey spinning' records and notice that I'm a hold it-DownWith da music I make it pop
Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool,Get in da booth and I'm a show you how a pro doMe to you whomNot even I could stand up when IWhy try look, my eyes don't lieI don't see nobody close as II been lookin' through my periphial vision and IStart to wonder hypnosed is INobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I,
[Chorus]
It's Little Mama!Voice of the Young People!
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama!
And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-OhAnd if I skip em' or chip em' they gon be like-NoCause when I'm spittin' they sittin' cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
[Verse:]It's Little Mama voice of the young peopleMouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed... Whoa!I'm about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flowAfter me that's as far as it goesCause Little Mama got whips and chainsThe only time you see it bark is at a tear for I'm a walk ya gameBeen G'd up since Hawk was lainSo you doubt me you doubt ya brainMust, must be insane to ever thinkin' that a chick like B could ever, ever see a chick like meThat's Crazy!And if you ever thought that it might beThen you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!Been crazy since I was a baby!Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazyLet the whole world know I gets crazy!With da music I make it hot
[Chorus]
Hot, hot my lyrics be poppingOh how I could just spit it so sloppyThe way that I be rocking they probably think I'm cockyBut they don't know about me I grab it til I lock it-DownThey pointin' fingaz and chose me cause I'm a hold it-DownI'm spittin records and bet this you can't control it-NowThey spinning' records and notice that I'm a hold it-DownWith da music I make it pop
Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool,Get in da booth and I'm a show you how a pro doMe to you whomNot even I could stand up when IWhy try look, my eyes don't lieI don't see nobody close as II been lookin' through my periphial vision and IStart to wonder hypnosed is INobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I,
[Chorus]
It's Little Mama!Voice of the Young People!
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It's Little Mama!
