Lisa Lopes - Hot

5, 9, (10, 11), 12, 18
She the one you thought would never do a solo LP
Yeah, now what chick could outsell me
Drama comes in dozens and I know you love it
A rose is still a rose, so I rose above it
The more that they see a woman got a mind of her own
The less that they want a part of my throne
It figures
But the more they compare me to the ones they could own
They know they never should of left me alone, I'm bigga
No doubt
Money gangs and my G's is up
Treat me like David Blaine and
Freeze me up
Let me address the issue
I'm super not superficial
Spoil me
The only statement I'm making is royalties
Seven digits never under my bank account hold
Numbers like your phone numbers plus area code
Gamble wit your career, go head
Chance her
See what happens wit scrubs on my records deserve answers

(bridge)
Oh Left eye, what's happenin
Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
Oh Left eye
Teachers, children, mothers and thugs
Everybody loves Miss Left eye
Whats happenin
Everybody wanna know where the hell you been
Oh Left eye
Teachers, children, mothers and thugs
Everybody loves Miss Left eye

(chorus)
Hot hot
hot hot hot
hot hot
hot hot hot
hot hot
hot hot hot
hot
L-E-F-T-E-Y-E
hot hot

3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15
Whole bunch of names on your credit in pubs
Tryin to be loved
I'm 30 mill and a fan club
What you got signed for
I spent on some rugs, DVDs, and TVs and thats just in the car
Borderline genius
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones' body
Gave you auditions, they say I'm a gymnast in buisness
My somersault your positions
Waste not, what not
I don't want nothing
On top, she's hot, no discussion
Im a diva
Teacher (to the rap game)
Here when it started I'll be here when it change
Started more careers than Quincy Jones
Other rap chicks actin funny since she's home
Do it, again and again
Expect her too
Left eye you expect me to respect you too

(bridge)
(chorus x2)

3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15