Lyrics:
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
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
out here by my way
In sunny Cali-Forn-IA oh yeah, this is DPG
Now you can catch a little heat
From my girl Sweet P
Hear them say that, I be single
I'll
little we need some heat
Little by little I Got the Sauce
Little by little dancing with heat
This is Makenka, Makenka Hot Sauce
Make America Hot
Make
step
See'mon
My car is by Ferrari
And my body's Jack La Lanne
My clothes are by Armani
And my hair is by Elaine
Tiffany and Cartier are
Telling
DJ motherfucking LA
Nice
Chea Chea
Cold summer bringing in the heat (Turn up my headphones)
Cold summer bringing heat in the winter (Get ya papers
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
Why am I
(Falling into the trap)
Only sex can flow us
Everybody
(Say your heat is flat)
Only sex can flow us
Only sex can flow us
I’m losing my
step
See'mon
My car is by Ferrari
And my body's Jack La Lanne
My clothes are by Armani
And my hair is by Elaine
Tiffany and Cartier are
Telling
enoki mushrooms,
温暖了我們熱烈的生活啊，Warming our passionate lives,
啦啦啦啦啦啦啦 La la la la la la la
啦啦啦啦啦啦啦 La la la la la la la
這就是一道蒜蓉金針菇啊，This is a dish of garlic
a million
Man, I'm a good guy, turned to a vill-i-a-n
Bully in the pack turned to a rat
Pussy on my jack, I (I) hit a bitch with a car bomb
Bombs in L.A
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
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
with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little
When the reaper come get me that's when I reap what I'm knitting
So, you say you're gangsta I'ma need some convincing
Blood gang, creme de la creme is
Côtes du Rhône dans la bouche.
Ramenez-moi là où le temps s'arrête.
Doigts de pieds en éventail dans mes claquettes.
Où j’ai garé mon cab’ en double
This is a Missy Elliott (uh) heavy hitter
Oh, now put your back into it, uh
I'm a pro, motherfuckers let me do it
Let me do it
To the left, one, two,
Im hungry et j'ai laissé les gars bouche bée
Mon chè j'ai pas peur de la foudre
Je suis venu foutre le del-bor de tout les bord
A ton tour de dormir
Je
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
Consonants striking
Vowels dancing
Carmen the words you're spreading
Carmen the voice you're giving
Carmen the world is changed by your love
I'm made for
with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little
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
meet you in Rio for sure
But performing a pit stop in Miami
Home of the heat and the old school photos
Got women by them boat lows
Were from Tutsie,
down with feet of lead
And the sun shines down upon
The old man whose days are done
For a martyr has been taken
He is old Juan de la Cruz
And a century
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