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We ain't in here, we outta here 00:01
We ain't in it, we above it 00:07
Yeah 00:12
Just ran up in the mall with a quarter sack of heroin 00:14
Chocolate chip ecstasy 00:16
'Bout to sell a couple to a redhead, yeah 00:17
I'ma meet him in the back in the Burger King 00:19
Said he was an Eminem fan 00:21
So I gave him an autograph and said vicariously 00:22
And I never use that sparingly 00:24
American, please, take two on me 00:26
Get a pair of new chucks, put 'em in the back seat 00:28
Right next to the other fifty pair 00:30
I put 'еm on now, ready, I'm fresh as fuck 00:32
I change clothеs like I never had shit to wear 00:33
Like I never had a new whip to clean 00:36
Scrubbin' white walls, I can get tipped, yeah 00:37
Like I've never had a bucket seat to lean 00:39
Grippin' woodgrain 'til I catch a pistol, yeah 00:41
I'ma head over to the bar, reach in the toolbox 00:43
Throw a monkey wrench and catch a ratchet 00:44
Head up into the car, reach in the glove box 00:46
Pop the trunk and go jack a rabbit 00:48
In the mood to be rude, crude and trashy 00:50
What's new but a credit card usin' plastic 00:52
Gotta carry two dollar bills in the back of the 00:53
Chain wallet just to feel like I'm average, I'm 00:55
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get 00:57
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth 00:59
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm 01:01
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby 01:03
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get 01:05
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth 01:06
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm 01:08
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot 01:10
And I'm feelin' sketchy 01:13
Fuck it, I'ma let the lead doodle (brr) 01:14
You feelin' preppy 01:16
Chasin' me down like a bottle of Yoo-hoo 01:17
But I'm a star, I'm like a space student 01:19
Boy, check the clock up in the bird, I'm coocoo 01:21
You walkin' out the club like a wet noodle 01:23
Put your boy on a leash like a pet poodle 01:24
Bitch, firecracker 01:26
Nobody would light 'cause that fuse is too short 01:28
An evangelist for the dope man 01:30
I got the plug, what's he abusin' you for? 01:32
Hittin' for the low like a basement, new floors 01:34
So keep your head up like a compass due north 01:35
You comin' round the mud in the heavy Chevy 01:37
No Benz to him, no crown vic', the blue Ford 01:39
Still kickin' Dixies 01:41
Still spit this filthy dirt the southern view for 01:43
The gutter and the motherfuckerin' crooks to do court 01:45
Thanks to play I'm still kickin' new doors 01:46
Down, I'm still bustin' locks for you boys 01:48
Steal this shit like I stole manure 01:50
Smoke bellowin' out of a chimney stack 01:52
I'm burnin' up a track like a full pack of Newports 01:53
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get 01:56
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth 01:57
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm 01:59
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby 02:01
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get 02:03
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth 02:05
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm 02:06
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot 02:08
All motherfuckin' day 02:11
Cambo, give me that moonshine, boy 02:15
Fuckin' gettin' it, yeah! 02:20
And I really don't mind 02:25
Whether or not you consider me as a rapper 02:27
I wrote a book on how to flip on the pattern 02:29
They forget about the wolf, now they're flippin' it backwards 02:30
Ooh, what a rotten apple 02:32
Fuckin' worms, just bait and tackle 02:34
So as a matter of fact 02:36
You're better off leavin' me out of the rappers chapter 02:37
So while the old turntable wobble around 02:39
I'ma hit another shot, swallow it down 02:41
Take a purple bag off a bottle of Crown 02:43
And spare no change, follow me now 02:44
Every single record was a part of me now 02:46
They wanted to hold a piece and a part of me down 02:48
Motherfuckers are 'bout to get all of me now 02:50
ET phone home, callin' me now 02:52
Quite simply put, I'm infinitely good, just who I am 02:54
Meant to be this hood, trippin' out all day 02:57
Just two more grams, I'm up in these woods, yeah 02:59
And like an oak tree that's poking 03:01
Off of the riverbank, I be hangin' lowkey 03:03
Throwin' my cigarette in the fire like an old chief 03:04
Packin' a bowl in the corn pipe with gold teeth, I'm 03:06
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get 03:08
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth 03:10
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm 03:12
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby 03:14
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get 03:16
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth 03:17
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm 03:19
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby 03:21
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get 03:23
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth 03:25
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm 03:26
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby 03:28
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get 03:30
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth 03:32
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm 03:34
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot 03:35
Hitchy-witchy country ass shit 03:39
What you talkin' 'bout? 03:42
Catfish, motherfucker 03:45
03:53

Hot – English Lyrics

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Dive into the raw energy and distinctive lyrical flow of Yelawolf's "Hot"! This track is a powerful example of Southern hip-hop, offering a chance to explore dynamic slang and passionate storytelling. Its unique blend of aggressive delivery and personal reflection makes it a compelling listen for anyone eager to grasp the nuances of modern rap and Yelawolf's authentic voice.

[English]
We ain't in here, we outta here
We ain't in it, we above it
Yeah
Just ran up in the mall with a quarter sack of heroin
Chocolate chip ecstasy
'Bout to sell a couple to a redhead, yeah
I'ma meet him in the back in the Burger King
Said he was an Eminem fan
So I gave him an autograph and said vicariously
And I never use that sparingly
American, please, take two on me
Get a pair of new chucks, put 'em in the back seat
Right next to the other fifty pair
I put 'еm on now, ready, I'm fresh as fuck
I change clothеs like I never had shit to wear
Like I never had a new whip to clean
Scrubbin' white walls, I can get tipped, yeah
Like I've never had a bucket seat to lean
Grippin' woodgrain 'til I catch a pistol, yeah
I'ma head over to the bar, reach in the toolbox
Throw a monkey wrench and catch a ratchet
Head up into the car, reach in the glove box
Pop the trunk and go jack a rabbit
In the mood to be rude, crude and trashy
What's new but a credit card usin' plastic
Gotta carry two dollar bills in the back of the
Chain wallet just to feel like I'm average, I'm
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot
And I'm feelin' sketchy
Fuck it, I'ma let the lead doodle (brr)
You feelin' preppy
Chasin' me down like a bottle of Yoo-hoo
But I'm a star, I'm like a space student
Boy, check the clock up in the bird, I'm coocoo
You walkin' out the club like a wet noodle
Put your boy on a leash like a pet poodle
Bitch, firecracker
Nobody would light 'cause that fuse is too short
An evangelist for the dope man
I got the plug, what's he abusin' you for?
Hittin' for the low like a basement, new floors
So keep your head up like a compass due north
You comin' round the mud in the heavy Chevy
No Benz to him, no crown vic', the blue Ford
Still kickin' Dixies
Still spit this filthy dirt the southern view for
The gutter and the motherfuckerin' crooks to do court
Thanks to play I'm still kickin' new doors
Down, I'm still bustin' locks for you boys
Steal this shit like I stole manure
Smoke bellowin' out of a chimney stack
I'm burnin' up a track like a full pack of Newports
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot
All motherfuckin' day
Cambo, give me that moonshine, boy
Fuckin' gettin' it, yeah!
And I really don't mind
Whether or not you consider me as a rapper
I wrote a book on how to flip on the pattern
They forget about the wolf, now they're flippin' it backwards
Ooh, what a rotten apple
Fuckin' worms, just bait and tackle
So as a matter of fact
You're better off leavin' me out of the rappers chapter
So while the old turntable wobble around
I'ma hit another shot, swallow it down
Take a purple bag off a bottle of Crown
And spare no change, follow me now
Every single record was a part of me now
They wanted to hold a piece and a part of me down
Motherfuckers are 'bout to get all of me now
ET phone home, callin' me now
Quite simply put, I'm infinitely good, just who I am
Meant to be this hood, trippin' out all day
Just two more grams, I'm up in these woods, yeah
And like an oak tree that's poking
Off of the riverbank, I be hangin' lowkey
Throwin' my cigarette in the fire like an old chief
Packin' a bowl in the corn pipe with gold teeth, I'm
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot
Hitchy-witchy country ass shit
What you talkin' 'bout?
Catfish, motherfucker
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Key Vocabulary

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Vocabulary Meanings

hot

/hɒt/

A1
  • adjective
  • - having a high temperature

run

/rʌn/

A1
  • verb
  • - to move quickly on foot

dope

/doʊp/

B1
  • noun
  • - an illegal drug, especially heroin
  • adjective
  • - excellent or impressive

control

/kənˈtroʊl/

A2
  • noun
  • - the power to influence or direct people's behavior

sketchy

/ˈsketʃi/

B2
  • adjective
  • - not thoroughly planned or outlined; vague

heroin

/ˈhɛroʊɪn/

B1
  • noun
  • - a highly addictive drug derived from morphine

autograph

/ˈɔːtəɡræf/

B1
  • noun
  • - a signature, especially of a celebrity

vicariously

/vaɪˈkɛriəsli/

C1
  • adverb
  • - experienced in the imagination through the feelings or actions of another person

ratchet

/ˈrætʃɪt/

B2
  • noun
  • - a bar or wheel with teeth that engage with a notch

crude

/kruːd/

B1
  • adjective
  • - in a natural or raw state; not yet processed or refined

plastic

/ˈplæstɪk/

A2
  • noun
  • - a synthetic material made from organic polymers

average

/ˈævərɪdʒ/

A2
  • adjective
  • - typical or ordinary

moonshine

/ˈmuːnʃaɪn/

B2
  • noun
  • - illegally distilled whiskey

turntable

/ˈtɜːrnteɪbəl/

B1
  • noun
  • - a rotating platform for playing records

hood

/hʊd/

B1
  • noun
  • - a poor or violent urban area

oak

/oʊk/

A2
  • noun
  • - a type of hard woody tree

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Key Grammar Structures

  • We ain't in here, we outta here

    ➔ Contraction (ain't) and Non-standard verb form (outta)

    ➔ 'Ain't' is a contraction of 'am not' or 'are not', and 'outta' is a non-standard form of 'out of'. These are common in informal speech and rap lyrics.

  • I'ma meet him in the back in the Burger King

    ➔ Contraction (I'ma)

    ➔ 'I'ma' is a contraction of 'I am going to'. It is used in informal speech to express future intentions.

  • I change clothes like I never had shit to wear

    ➔ Simile

    ➔ The phrase 'like I never had shit to wear' is a simile, comparing the frequency of changing clothes to someone who has nothing to wear.

  • I'm burnin' up a track like a full pack of Newports

    ➔ Simile

    ➔ The phrase 'like a full pack of Newports' is a simile, comparing the intensity of performing on a track to burning through a pack of cigarettes.

  • Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

    ➔ Hyperbole

    ➔ 'One hundred degrees in the booth' is an exaggeration used to emphasize the intensity of the performance.

  • You walkin' out the club like a wet noodle

    ➔ Simile

    ➔ The phrase 'like a wet noodle' is a simile, comparing the way someone walks out of the club to the limpness of a wet noodle.

  • Quite simply put, I'm infinitely good, just who I am

    ➔ Adverbial phrase

    ➔ 'Quite simply put' is an adverbial phrase used to introduce a statement in a straightforward manner.

  • Meant to be this hood, trippin' out all day

    ➔ Verb phrase (Meant to be)

    ➔ 'Meant to be' is a verb phrase indicating destiny or purpose. Here, it suggests that the speaker is destined to be in this situation.

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