Lyrics:
of Shams (yeah)
Spit that heat rock that make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands
Valleys and trunks, I got
the light and heat it up like "la cocina"
Make without imagine happen but maybe I'm just a dreamer
I love rockin' tracks like John Coltrane love Naema
makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
Paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter
The beat is like crack now, you might wanna re up
Pete Rock, hit us with the heat rock, ease up!
I'm on the block straight, smokin' up a Ozone
You in my
you figure speed on before you get peed on n****
[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the L.A. zoo it's round two
I ignite
you were made
Like "Where you come from, where you're goin, London, Lagos, LA"
The journey is the film"
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
to assume
I should be against the law to run into
Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true
Today is the day I split Day in two
What the fuck has
Life like a movie directed by Spike Lee
When we meet just might be
Who knows what the future holds
I guess the person that writing
Handed roles that
a dog in heat
I'm bultler in Heat's, mi father is MJ, your father is MJ
I'll mark you the points, you Make me "Hee Hee"
I pop your bubble ¿Do you Hear it?
insane
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas
Keep away from her
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria
disparo
Te ataco en sigilo con mucho descaro
Celebro bailando sobre tu cuerpo
La victoria es mía, ¡estad atentos!
Wait, is this the right server?
Nada me
livin' broke (Westside, California style, LA!)
One time for my niggas livin' broke (You know what time it is, no doubt)
One time for my niggas in
calor!
Yeah most my friends have been smoked out by me
Don’t do it on purpose just put them to sleep
guess my tolerance’s higher than theirs be
La mezcla
you know where I be
en la costa by the beach
La palma sola para el chill
Y aqui hablamos claro
Lo bueno y lo malo
La millonada de mil mierdas que te
I'm at the top you at the bottom
It what is it, nigga I'm just grow up
I get too high and get my money
favoured by God, I'm so blessed up
I'm at the top
bit
You cannot benefit
Efforts is ineffective when you step to these brothers
So much of heat need a fan
So much of heat, damn a fan
T.R.A.P Team, rap
and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
Janey is an angel,
She’s got flowers in her hair
You can feel the music
She’s a perfume in the air
I can feel the heat
When she spreads out like
LIZ:
looking out a dirty old window
down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
NATASHA:
Friday night
Hey! Hey!
What's this tonteria that I'm seeing on the street?
I never thought I'd see the day
Since when are Latin people scared of heat?
When I
figure speed on before you get peed on nigga
[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the l.a. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab
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