[Verse One: Masta Ace] I met this girl named Fantasy on wall street From Tahedi, real Tahesian treat She had a lot of "pep see" honey was peace And she told me she liked my smile like shy niece She danced at this club and made the guys holler And in a "minute made" like a thousand dollars The club that was run by "Mr. Schweppes", he had a rep And everybody watched they step Cuz word on the street was he was no joke Had everything from crack, marijuana to "coke" Later at the club saw this guy named Wayne Who always bettin' money on the Giants game As soon as it's on yo I stayed away Cuz he the type who "welches" a bet and won't pay I keep tryin' to tell him be a straight stepper Somebody gonna "slice" him and send him a "Dr. Pepper" Went to the bar checked the score Got the bartender told him what to pour He put it on my "tab" as he filled my cup And told me the game was tied "7up" Around 12 o'clock she came out to dance Had all the guys pushing just to have a chance To spend a little money trying to see the rest She was blessed, in an "orange crushed" velvet dress But I stayed by the bar cuz I already know how it go I already saw the show See I went to a club like this in Toronto And came back from "Canada dry" with no dough And ever since then I see and see clear You never find love in this atmosphere Sometimes you gotta find a better place to be in Maybe go to a "mountain do" a little skiing So I finished up my drink and I said goodbye And got home before the "sun kissed" the sky No matter where you from or which way you leaning Now goin' pop got a whole new meaning
[Chorus: Jean Grae] Don't you know we got a lot in here Wanna be a part of what we got in here Sorta like we got the whole block in here No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap I just hope you know, it don't stop
[Verse Two: Masta Ace] The Y2k is a brand new "era" I'm tryin' to make hits like Yogi Berra I wonder how long I'll be in this biz Cuz it's not all "cheer" like you think it is There's a whole lot to "gain" but a lot to lose Just ask any rapper who paid dues Everybody now and then bound to struggle I just grab my wife and we lay and "snuggle" We talk about the "ivory" coast how one day We gonna sail on the "tide" and get whisked away Look up at the stars ‘til the crack of "dawn" Hold up I never leave your side for long But for now I keep on making you "bounce" And make "sure" something in my checking accounts Grab my cell phone and then start to "dial" Take a look at my life and start to smile It's funny how the game make you change your tone Cuz the "joy" of my life is the microphone So I straighten up my act and keep doin' my thing Gettin' the green nahimean getting it clean
[Chorus: Jean Grae] Don't you know we got a lot in here Wanna be a part of what we got in here Sorta like we got the whole block in here No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap I just hope you know, it don't stopTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
