at least a hundred, a hundred degrees And over the seas it's gotta be at least a hundred degrees And in my room it's gotta be at least a thousand degrees
Chevy 'Til everybody feels it in the chest, say it with me [Chorus] This is the time so just follow me It's already heated to 100 degrees so Get up,
번역: 포트 마이너. 100도.
번역: Kyuss. 100 (학위).
번역: 아웃 Louds 외쳐. 100도.
[Intro: 9th Prince] Yo, yeah, yeah I don't even talk to y'all niggas Not on the streets I wanna big up my cousin O.D.B. though Word up, Baby Jesus locked
'Til everybody feels it in the chest, say it with me [Chorus] This is the time so just follow me It's already heated to 100 degrees so Get up, get up
Chevy 'Til everybody feels it in the chest, say it with me This is the time so just follow me It's already heated to 100 degrees so Get up, get up,
to Stop (stop) Drop (drop) And roll (roll) Cause baby girl your heat's out of control Feels like I'm on fire (fire) My body's a 100 degrees Every
'll take you to go see usher I keep a couple hoes like santa I keep a vixon Got that dasher, dancer, prancer, dixon, comet, cupid, donner, blitzen. I'm hotter than 100 degrees
wanna feel it all, so dont hold back Go baby, Oh baby When its gettin hot, to where we're on fire just sweat it out, dont worry bout my hair Make it hot, like 100 degrees
Hey, hey some missionary Boil at 100 degrees No one before has ever known what you're after But who wants to know? Standing here I've always known that
grey Haters say it's over but you can tell them I'm busy Professor with the books ? with a Smith &a Wesson Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 miles
a scoop me something hot In this salsa Merengue melting pot Hottest club in the city and its right on the beach Temperature, get to ya' its about to reach 500 degrees
every hour No doubt, I be the crime story of all ghetto territories Soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory With pharmaceutical lavatories, major to chemistry PHD in streetology, degree
real g's know the feeling (It's murda) It's hard body, no remorse for the killing (Weezy) Mad trees and bitches in dungarees The city under seas, kitchen 100 degrees
