Lyrics:
Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe an my nigga Yukmouth
These bitches beggin me to come to Menage
A Trios
But Muslims hear us say, 'hum to Allah'
They fly,
Shorty hotter than a heat wave
Her loving's like a heat wave (Heat wave)
Shorty hotter than a heat wave
Her body's like a heat wave (Heat wave)
Now
Heat, heat
Feel your body heat, heat
Heat, heat
This life goes by like a flash on a screen
If you can't make it real, then what does it mean?
Show me
[Yukmouth]
Welcome
Little boys and girls, listen
A man can get caught up in things (Right)
It's like a gridlock (Right)
He gots ta have it (ugh
He-he-he-he-he-heat magnet
He-he-heat magnet, He-he-heat magnet
G-G-Grin on my teeth, kicking my feet
You bothered by me (bothered by me)
Heart skips a beat; time
and it's just to hit my nation
All the real niggas that I recognize in the game
Outlawz with that motherfucking nigga, Yukmouth
Doing that shit for Rap-A-Lot
doceniać
Ale sam zobaczysz kiedyś że to błąd
Choć, nieraz trzeba się naprodukować
Jak Scott Storch, by osiągnąć coś
By w ogóle
Zabrać głos chcę żyć jak gość
out while I'm holdin' Nina
I remember when I used to sell dope
Makin' 20 off a Note
Task smash an grab a nigga by the throat
But I swallowed it
Heat check, LeBron, it's on! He's as hot as a blowtorch
That's a heat check, you knew that was coming
That's a heat check, guys
About to run my
step aside, it's time to introduce myself
I'm T the Luni
surrounded by doobies
condoms and groupies, love me more then they do Lucchi
(you do your
[Will.I.Am]
One for the treble
Two for the bass
3 for the ladies
And four for the blaze
Yo yo yo
It's that heat, that heat, that heat, that
the game like you a Rick Ross
Shakira diamonds shaking by the beat drop
Once they under you, never let them up top
Check the whole crew like they a Nike
Give
zobaczysz kiedyś że to błąd
Choć nieraz trzeba się naprodukować jak Scott Storch by osiągnąć coś
By w ogóle zabrać głos chcę żyć jak gość nie jak nikt
Chociaż
We coming with the heat
Heat heat heat
Yeah we coming with the heat
Heat heat heat
We becoming the elite
Lite lite lite
We becoming the elite
Lite
Damn Blocky you got the sauce
Pull up with a beam and it's hot (and it's hot)
Pull up with the heat and it's hot (and it's hot)
Pull up got the heat
[Yukmouth]
I live the life of a hoodlum
Take ten paces, turn around and shoot 'em
Concrete Budda
We threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em
Streets
but as soon as the, grind get hard
you put yo time in God.
Verse 1
It's in our blood
thuggin
til the days of my death
my last breath taken by the ATF
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take
Something scares me every time
I'm alone in seclusion
I don't have no body heat
When I'm all by myself
I got to have a place to go
To get some embraces
[Yukmouth]
Lord I sacrifice my life
Just to bring my mama back to life
Just to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to life
My father
Man this church on fire, feel that heat, feel that heat
Can you hear the choir? Feel that heat, feel that heat
Let's just lift him higher, feel that
made by robots, baby
(Heat) not some top chef hot shot lady
(Heat, hey hey hey) I put a four slice in my drop top lately
Hey, I leave it on my
suited everythin from open to makin the apollo shout
Yukmouth that nigga thugged out
i'm from the city of dope where every block has a drughouse
and a weed
shit there
Popping like grease when the heat up
Popping like grease when the heat up
Address a pussy hoe when I see her
Ion rap with hoes save the lyrics
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