Lyrics:
I feel the tension
See her walking by grab her attention
Blicky on me and it got the extension
No auto like I'm Durk in the trenches
Don't tag me
pa la calle
A josia dinero by any means
Rumble young man rumble
En la calle yo toy rodando
Cojo lo mío y sigo rodando
Por un minuto no me estoy
G
Im clutchin on the pistol
This the way it supposed to b
My la dawg kut got wet up at the age of 14
Cause everynight i go to sleep
Cause i be
from the ground
Build it up, build it up, build it up la la la la la la
This is the price we pay
If we look the other way
So maybe it's time for us
but could care less
About those who don't know Him is a contradiction
Weren't you renewed by the obstetrician
Born again but abort the mission
We know
I do a joint, that night it leaks
To the point where Alchemist is a hundred grand a week
Bringing the heat, so clear you understand me
Raise
and bloody
Where every single truth is tainted by lies
Where every pistol shoot hatred like
The blaze in the sky
Composed like a symphony
Orchestrating
Relentless heat of the desert sun
The weight of the city surrounding our home
So far away but not so long ago
The taste of their burden is still
a dick they wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober
Born and raised there
Mouth full of golds and diamonds
But talk is cheap there’s rules and codes
In Dade Country streets
Y’all break rules and codes
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
Lambo (skrrt)
Watchin' a movie but it is not Rambo
Killin' this beat, I know you a fan, bro
I know you a fan, bro
I'm not Chinese but pull up with
Who's now a history maker
He's put L.A. make on the map
Carrying the city on his back
And he also supports
Hip-hop, R&B and rap
L.A. is home to some
can't handle the mourning
Keep heat by my side cause my demon gon' haunt me
Wake up I wake up I get all my cake up
Wake up I wake up it's time to get
blame her after she saw
Every boy die who could have gotten close to her
Rosa es joven u solo quiere
ver la belleza del mundo
(Rosa is young and only
and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her
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,
me
When I get on we gon' eat (We gon' eat)
When I takeoff she in heat(She in heat)
She think twice before she gon' cheat
She know that the d is elite
on us shining
But see how mine is cold and pining
For the heat that you bring
When you take me in your arms
Oh, love, come dance a simple step with me
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
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
the judges
If you hate, but then say that I'm great, then it’s end of discussion, move around on the beat
With that heat like the sun, bitch, but I stay with
on roofs in the heat of summer
Slow moves naked in my room
At the diner by noon
Tonight is a full moon
We got the sunrise
On the horizon
We got the moonlight
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