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Rolling With Heat - текст песни



Rolling With Heat


Downtown everybody move to the beat


Uptown everybody moving the heat


Cross-town the party where both sides meet


Eastside, westside, there's always beef








I tattoo the page with the permanent ink


Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island


The umbrella in your tropical drinks


Still run it up it, liquor in your cup


Fucking you up


Hang over the banister


You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain


Ain't no love, you only love bringing hate to the game


Taking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom


He make music for the people, people dying to meet him


People!


We still abuse it, while the rich is made of music


He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van-- ?


G-U-E relevant, see how his man do it


Fucking with niggas from illa fifth, see how we ran through it


The river in the valley


The nigga in the alley


Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali


The hands will fake the clapping


You'll be collasping


You softer than the land on legs


Transforming the landscape


Like a sandstorm in the Sahara


I am the truest nigga


I do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis


Creative artist, never play the targets of game hunters


You may want to test this product like cane smugglers


Dis disco shit


Popping like Crisco


Hitting your face


Spit in your face like pistol shit


My style, wild like wipple whip


I go back like a pistol grip


It's pro-black, Kweli!














I'm a FED like Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms


Willy gank, spit the killer dank dialogue


Pyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov


I knock the bottle off


And knock the model off


Gots some non-believers here


Some how I'll save y'all


Or stop y'all worries, you makin me vexed


Hit up gekko, this ain't got gold correct


I'll fucking bounty hunt your body like I'm Boba Fett


Cause you a toy not a soldier yet


You better hold your neck


You dick smokers get no respect


With the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks


Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks


Cuz them crews don't stop them shots


It's so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watch


I'm from the south side of philly, it's known to get gruesome


Heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them


Heavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them


They may as well pay, schmuck


Introducing the B-to L-A see me the king splitter


Then analyze this dime, the main thing glitter


Then analyze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitter


Ganster, valid dick torian, graduate of I dare you


If you are paper thin I'm a tear you


I'm a come take care of you put a part in your hairdo


You barking like I'm a starting to scare you


But speak up like a man nigga so your body guards can hear you



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