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My Heat Goes Boom
by Snoop Dogg



Another day another dolla for the top dogg with the gold flea colla
Nigga make the whole dogg world wanna holla
The way they do my life and I'm steady tryin' to do more right
So trife your life could disappear
And if you ain't careful who you fuckin' with nigga
Now reappear come here come near so you can hear what I spit
So sick and tired of niggas standing on that "g" shit
And just because you on stars wit some khakis
And think your rap style can out rap me and now jack me
Come here nigga slap yo self
That's probably why yo shit still sittin' on the motherfucking shelf
And mine sold out ever since it came out
Blue carpet roll out, #1 no doubt, mo' clout, down south, mixin' it up
With them niggas that don't never hesitate to bust
What you niggas tappin' on my front door for?
Hmm oh you lookin' for yo hoe? (you heard)
We in the hotel room doin' the zoom
And let me let you know nigga my heat goes boom
And my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
And my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

I'm back on the scene, chopping green
Captain on the team, call me commissioner nigga
So just listen up look like you bored and our boy's bridges
He hangin' wit them niggas but them niggas straight bitches
Left a nigga hangin' at the club when it was scrap time
Then a week later gave him a shot on in a rap line
Now they in a new york rap time
Rapper turned snitch now you livin' on a main line
Money's too tight to mention but let me mention
When them niggas in the kitchen find out he's snitchin'
They gon' get him and when his homies find out he's snitching
9 times out of 10 that nigga gon be bitching
(you know what) you know what transformin' is switchin'
And oh yeah informing is snitching
But I ain't one to tell you aint heard from me
I'm just an mc trying to stay super free
And my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom [Repeat: x4]

Look here fool I know this game in and out
And quit tryin to tell me bout dem niggaz down south
Don't try slide wit that west side love shit
That dove shit eat a dick bitch
I can can read you from the giddy
I read you I took you to my home and I fed you
And led you upstairs upstairs to a room with 37 niggaz
That was strapped up hatin' waitin' on you nigga you the victim
We don't don't pick 'em we just stick 'em
And when once we get 'em we got 'em
We try to rid the streets of creeps and freaks
Like you for all y'all snitches and bitches
We gonna do the world a big favor
Cause niggas like y'all be fuckin' up the gangsta flavor
And oh yeah it ain't no west coast thing
Cause niggas out of town got birds that sing
And my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom [Repeat: x4]
Breakdown
Breakdown
Top dogg
No limit
Yeah
Lbc
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written by Broadus, Calvin / Womack, Cecil
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC