Lyrics:
Reset please release the fuckin serotonin
Groaning crawling fully-loaded
Rhyming rebel always toting holstered heat
Hollister groping douche bag mother
was me, sunburn in the third degree
Now the calendars just one page and of course I am excited
Tonight's the night, I've set my mind
Not to do too
the world thinks you've left the streets
And that you ain't the kind of guy
That would bless the beats
And because you ain't busting heat
that you can't
I need it all world in my hand like it's small
Splurging and shut down the mall
Someone loyal to call stall and stay down like a Monica
Ball like I'm
blow up in the world
I thank the man every night for takin' me off that furly girl
It gave me the opportunity to raise my son and my community
Cause now
the world famous
Ayo we make it happen the boys be rappin ny heat throwers mt Vernon and staten
Writers: Chaisurat Taylor and Dennis Coles
Produced by
and enjoy
Let's dance
Hand in hand
Comme on
Let's dance
Step by step
Got you in a trance
Let's go all night and
Sway to the beat
Make my heart skip a beat
feeling right if it goes down
'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
And I know it's not my time to go now
'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
So I
In the booth this mornin'
Ain't tired, no yawnin'
Bullets fly, like birds, cold world, iceberg
And I'm jus tryna heat up every track with a verse
It was late in a Lebanese restaurant,
In the heat of a Lebanese night,
There was dancing, people were singing,
She came in from the garden
waiting for
I feel like you knew this whole time
I'm like every bad-boy in the movies
Who says he can't love
Cause by the third scene
My heart begins
I got mailed an L today
That's the third one this week
I'm sick of losing feelings
That I don't know how to keep
Free for profit beat
Lyrics done by
the pond
The bells ring, I'm awakened by a bright beam
Calls for my return, uncontained, not a sight seen
Vision clear, third eye open, like a fight scene
to Rawls pick me a beat to freak on
Something with a lotta bass and some highs to tweet on
The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on
Up in
tryna take over the world
Any nigga with ears that can hear or comprehend
Ain't one nigga livin I'm scared of
All my niggaz'll be jumpin in
And for any
A third man arrives
The saxophonist gets up
Takes out his instrument
And something happen
The man disappeared
Sucked up by the saxophone
It was terrible
But
Here comes wintertime
Like a long and dark night
Man, I feel so unprepared this time
No stored heat, just the smell of deceit and defeat
Rolled into
Yo, ain't no need of stoppin', girl
Yeah, there ain't no need of stoppin', girl
Yeah, OK
Met you out on Broadway on the hottest night in town
world
I been going real crazy without you by my side
And I just took a shot took a shot took 6 shots last night
And I wanted to roll up a blunt but
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin' down by the year two G
I'm goin be flyin through
zip by (watch us zip by)
She don't call me boo she call me senpai (call me senpai )
party every night we yelling kanpai (yelling kanpai) (let’s go)
between us made our worlds collide
I won't let a moment go by
I won't let you out of my sight
You gimme that high
Everyday since, that vacation night
and shit nigga
Yo, it was the night before he got popped
Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot
Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas
a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
Making a good feeling grinning
Gripping
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
Discuss these night heat by third world Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In