Lyrics:
to Oceanside ya dig
But L.A. is where it all happens for the Dub and Thes One
All you MC's say L.A. when you on stage
And when you do spit that hot verse
We
double dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by
blinded by a sign,
The thunder's coming stronger and you're about to die,
Hell is dropping faster, rain is burning hot,
And the only thing that you can
by letting her seat wave,
In such a way that the customers say
That she certainly can can-can
Gee,gee! Her anatomy makes the mercury rise to 93!
Smoke this blunt
Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to Smoke Fest '99
I'm glad you all could make it
As you can see admission was free this Smoke
secondhand, so what? She's true, she's by my side
For all I care, she's hot, she's a real good ride
When we go out, people stop and stare with jealous minds
syringe
And drill your nut sack to the seat your in
You want props? You don't deserve it, you're not ill
I won't stop 'til every rapper lurkin' has got
gotta roll them dice
Gas rear view, never look inside
Passenger seat, homie will you ride?
Take a lie wit a sugar coat deep fried
She tell me she love
I'm with the hottest girl in the club
Everybody knows what I'm talkin' bout
Hot sauce, she's the boss
But I just don't wanna rock
I don't even
Oh! We're having a heatwave, a tropical heatwave
The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising
She certainly can can-can
She started a heatwave by
bet you I beat you
The fans love my voice see I'm a blessing to the speakers
Y'all know me, I'm OG I'm low key
I'm too hot y'all can't hold me
All I
the fuck up outta here
Fightin' traffic the hot sun be causin' havoc
Ass stuck to the seat window cracked can't see passed it
The liquor store I just passed
by letting her seat wave,
In such a way that the customers say
That she certainly can can-can
Gee,gee! Her anatomy makes the mercury rise to 93!
mine
And pray the real ones never die
Serenades from that money machine, Al Green
Hot boy, 400 degrees, so extreme
Only seen the sun once in a week,
not working B
Well who you herbin' be? You ain't serving me
Well my crew got it hot like Mercury
GREEN: I've got my suspicions
They made your mind up
sure as hell ain't proud
I'm sorry to say that I'm not sorry
Well if hatred must be taught, then love is a concept lost
All hail to the nation raised by
lyrical
Whey dey make fakes necks
Quickly change form the official to clinical
Na me dey make am hot right now
Naija all the way to Congo
We got it looked
Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get
boys soakin up game
And we'll be back seat
With the cardier frames
The easier it got n the harder it came
But I stayed in the game
That's the heart in
where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
Sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
It was
getting worked in the alley when she pop on the scene then she just might flame ya,
Ride for a nigga no brainer
Roll back the seat cuz I know she faded,
I
where I'll be by the end of the night
Like uh, we get sexy
'Cause the sex with me is like a recipe
So I'm scraping the plate in a first class seat
In
a motherfucker
Think it's a game
I'm Wild Bill Hickok with a shotgun
30 aught trigger nine like a pop gun
It's complex but you 'bout to catch a hot one
Dirtbag,
drop this hit
Always been legit
I said I won't quit
I'm top tier in the game
Putting fools to shame
Bringing that hot flame
Run it frame by frame
I'm
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