Lyrics:
back, like true that
Collin’s a problem, but you knew that
I turn the heat on (hedon) like where they nude at
You can kiss me where my glutes at
This is
you can go your own way
You aint bout that life nigga fall off
I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs
Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft
I'm a bring
Bust it, la di da di, who likes to party?
Like Slick Rick the Ruler, I'm cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist
Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party
Like Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist
attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I want to blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
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We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I want to blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
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We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight tonight the strip's just right
I'm gonna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
street baskin in the summer heat
And feeling so good inside
Everything's so perfect
A beautiful seamless sin
Summer breeze in the clear blue sky
That's
the trees, driving down La Brea
Tires peeling, hear the screech, tryna go places
Writing heat and murder beats, I'm a cold caser
Nuts hanging out my jeans,
minding my business and fuck your fat ass you be stealing my heat
Pablo, pablo, pablo, pablo
Pablo, pablo, pablo, pablo
Pablo, pablo, pablo, pablo
Pablo,
your nigga don't sleep
Homey enough and see
Well, hand your nigga some heat
So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets
Now hook ya nigga
Wait, why don't you
Shake yo body like the Macarena
From L.A. to Pennsylvania
Come over, I could entertain ya
Cause baby I'm an entertainer
Hopefully
mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans
Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine?
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
putting out hit's
Tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish
They tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage
I had em shook
I had em shook
I had em shook
I had em shook
Play by the book
I had them read
Fuck all the feds
Aim for the head
Gimme respect
Gold
KRS…yeah, this is it right here
Let me warm up on this
Knowledge Reigns Supreme
I’m a teacher to my people
They won’t leave me alone
With
Miami Heat vibe
You just vibe with it, don't trip
From Miami to LA, we can do it every day
Yeah! Me and my people hey
From Miami to LA, we can do it every
sons, they just won't change
Fools don't respect nuttin' but the gangbang (bang)
What's seen is what's saw, Dogg is the law
I have you niggas runnin'
a must (Yah)
We do it for the youngins
Even some younger then us
First inspired by La Flame ain't nobody stopping me or the bros now (Turnin' up that heat
potato hop the toad
Grey the skies that bode
Oh so well, for adventure is owed
Life's a debt
We repay by living
Givin' thanks for thanks giving
Fillin'
Corbin
Hola senorita
Yeah you lookin bonita
Lets go hit the club and drink a couple margaritas
We gon need a couple liters
Living life is
(Jeweler)
Scott La Flame, no Rick the Ruler (Ruler)
Yeah
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
My trap is still bunky, look
flowbitch suck my dick like
She a neematoadI be unbothered by heat when it blows cause they'll
Never hit me I am the hero of this story
I'm scoring then
Welcome to my world
We keeping it hot as a flame
They can feel the heat from way back
It's a new day I'm not the same
Lost time then I found my way
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