This Is Why I Rock

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This is why I'm hot

This is why I'm hot

This is why

This is why, uh

This is why I'm hot (uh)

This is why I'm hot

This is why I'm hot, woo

This is why

This is why

This is why I'm hot

I'm hot 'cause I'm fly (fly)

You ain't 'cause you're not (Mims)

This is why

This is why

This is why I'm hot

This is why I'm hot

This is why I'm hot

I don't gotta rap

I can sell a mill, sell you nothing on the track

I represent New York

I got it on my back

And they say that we lost it

So I'm a bring it back

I love the dirty, dirty

'Cause niggas show me love

The ladies start to bounce

As soon as I hit the club

But in the Midwest

They love to take it slow

So when I hit the H

I watch you get it on the floor

And if you needed hyphy

I take it to the bay

Frisco to Sac town

They do it e'ryday

Compton to Hollywood

As soon as I hit L.A.

I'm in that low, low

I do it the Cali way

And when I hit the Chi

People say that I'm fly

They like the way I dress, they like (they like my) my attire

Move crowds from side to side

They ask me how I do it, and simply I reply

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This is why I'm hot

Catch me on the block

Every other day

Another bitch, another drop

Sixteen bars, twenty-four pop

Forty-four songs, nigga, gimme what you got

I'm in there driving cars

Push them off the lot

I'm into shutting stores down so I can shop

If you need a bird, I can get it chopped

Tell me what you need; you know I get 'em by the flock

I call my homey black; meet me on the ave

I hit Wash heights with the money in the bag

We into big spinners

See my pimping never dragged

Find me with different women that you niggas never had

For those who say they know me know I'm focused on my cream

Playa, you come between; you'd better focus on the beam

I keep it so feen the way you see me lean

And when I say I'm hot, my nigga, this is what I mean

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This is why I'm hot

Shorty see the drop

Ask me what I paid, and I say, "yeah, I paid a quap"

And then I hit the switch that take away the top

So chicks around the way - they call me cream of the crop

They hop in the car

I tell them all about

We hit the studio; they say they like the way I record

I gave you black train, and I did you wrong

So every time I see them, and they tell me that's their song

They say I'm the bomb

They love the way the charm hanging from the neck

And compliments the arm which compliments the ear, then comes the gear

So when I hit the room, the shorties stop and stare

Then niggas start to hate, rearrange their face

Little do they know I keep them things by waist side

I reply, "nobody gotta die"

Similar to Lil' Wiz 'cause I got the fire

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