Lyrics:
Now my tolerance is up, I'm gettin carried away
Out here in Cali, we shine so bright
Wear shades at night, cause we blinded by the lights
Poppin'
enhanced, to get to know me you take a chance
Tree by my top, leave or
"We can fuck around for a minute or two"
To get with you is like I'm
"feelin' it,
tHink
Sunny LA, wHere tHe Heat get sprayed
And every otHer word on tHe wall get K'ed
All the Homies Hanging in your parking space
THis my set, I ain't
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from
to help you see straight?
What can I say that you might contemplate?
All I can do is write and sing a song
As you sink into the fire
Can you feel the heat
The time is coming my sweet valentine
I got visions of us in my mind on repeat
So sweet I need you by my side
My ride or die without you my heart ache
You're
Bring whatever you want
I'm cold as ice need heat to get warm
You see how time flies by, what a walk
Got me going above and beyond
Living like
cups, filled up
I'm feeling like a re up
I'm waiting till the beat drop
And then I make the heat pop
Sangsue se prend au cou du pendu
Time goes by sous le
can't bring the heat (you can't)
You're by yourself yea (that's right)
Let's take a second (take a second)
Let's reminisce
I had to hustle (go and hustle)
behind on the bills Ya'll behind on your lease
You harassed by the landlord harassed by police
Now the only feel at piece when you tucking the heat
(Yeah)
(I like this one right here)
(It's got that 26-street feel)
(yeah)
(Saved by his grace I don came up)
(Bought by the blood debt paid up)
(I
or if it's
Mental ??asymetrics?? that makes me so electric
By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected
A walking time bomb that can't be
or if it's
Mental ??asymetrics?? that makes me so electric
By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected
A walking time bomb that can't be
it
I wanna touch you in private
Should I grip you by your thighs
Wow your body heat is rising high (yeah)
The moon is shining bright
It’s time for you
The young girl's in heat, it's deep
She sneaking out, off the leash
On the streets at night when the freaks is out
Butterfly tat on her back that she tried
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
fucked by themselves.
I brought this flow loco,
recently got out my coco, coco.
Papi wake up de una puta vez
el infierno no es la calle
aunque no lo
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
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
(loca, loca, loca)
You like that it ain?t easy (loca, loca, loca)
I?m crazy but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
Crazy but you like it
That girl is a nutter
columbian niggaz hit these funny niggaz
A heavy routine, chevy, yukon green
Had crazy coke up in that piece by all means
[la the darkman]
The kids was mad
A nik on the ground, covered by my feet
Ay yo rah get the heat
Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they
I had to go get it for a reason
Niggas, they won't help you if you need it
(Need it)
Streets is getting cold just by the season
(Oh) i just keep
The young girl's in heat, it's deep
She sneaking out, off the leash
On the streets at night when the freaks is out
Butterfly tat on her back that she tried
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