Lyrics:
the kids
Tell them watch yo back and I watch you ain't no stealing shit
Barley taking breaks hot as fuck sun all on my face
Sweating down my back but I Caint
Uh
That's it
Sun coming up, party over
Let's take it home
Cruising in the sunrise
Ain't too many that can do like me
Kicking it in the summertime
It
Hot as hell but hip hop is cold
Make earth shake and the rock will roll
It's like we're mind controlled, sometimes the time will slow
Then somehow we
gettin' hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
to the Manzana Movement
75 degree with a bright sunshine
Blinding my eyes
With a breeze to my right side
Swell day
I gotta rock the tanktop
Wardrobe with no socks
down stay patient
I might take you on a vacation
Shine bright sun bathing
Ima take you on a vacation
Rock star
Cuban Link (Cuban, Cuban)
Bad Bitch (Bad
I made some choices in my life and I can't change them
Posted on that block every night till the sun come
Lost some people that I love, where you
Well they come and pull me from my house
And they drag my body through the streets
And the sun's so hot I think I'll catch fire and burn up
in
woulda, popped out when the need too
Here comes the sun and rock out like the beetles
So when it all go south
Imma still be around like I'm by the belt
If I
woulda, popped out when the need too
Here comes the sun and rock out like the beetles
So when it all go south
Imma still be around like I'm by the belt
If
myself known
In a summer town
Smell sun block on her hot skin in a bungalow before the day begins,
This is some dumb jam it doesn't mean a thing,
blessing
Don't pray to rocks or to figures
I pray by the scripture
Cos with God
I ain't got do no guessing
Messing, Stepping
Live like resin
Like I was his
Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas
Like the sun I be rising up
As long as there’s air in my lungs I be climbing up
Hard-work now, coz you know I don’t believe in luck
Even tho we
black sun
Hoping you'll come back for me
Hoping you'll come back for me
My backs hot and yo packs not
How much life does this wax got
I'm too high to play
This shit sound like when heavy metal drop
Hot kettle, like never getting the beef settled
Bang bang, now you wrapped up in a sheet
I'm in the field
continents
Black Star congregates and dominates
Burn through your armor plates
Pipin' hot and we not from concentrate
Make the mass mob the market place
into the crowd
On top of two tables, screamin' right out loud
I wanna rock this joint
I wanna take this town
Cause I light up when the sun goes down
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
an Addison Rae
Take her down by the bay
It’s a hot summer day
Sipping on that lemonade
Blocking out the sun rays
Ray bans on her face
I’m getting money I’m
- it's either cold or hot
I try not to block out the cool bed rock
I swear cause I care
I swear that it's fair
Cause I dare and care to say it
hear the mice toes scamperin'
Gophers rumblin' in pile crater rock holes
One red bean stuck in the
Bottom of a tin bowl
Hot coffee from a crimped-up can
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