Hot Heat (Album Version) Lyrics
| Song | Hot Heat (Album Version) |
| Artist | YoungBloodZ |
| Artist | Bone Crusher |
| Artist | Backbone |
| Album | Against Da Grain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Girgsby, Hardnett, Joseph ... | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece | |
| I hear em' hollerin', “ | |
| Tell me what do we wanna do?” | |
| We finna' act a fool, | |
| Youngblood, dat | |
| Attic Crew | |
| We keep it movin' on these suckers in an' outta town | |
| Caught 'em slippin' on that corner, lil' shawty draw down | |
| S.W.A.T.s, mean mugs an' thugs | |
| The art of money makin', murder, murder an' drugs | |
| Hear what | |
| I say, don't play no games, this automatic hit ya' | |
| They say these ladies shady, baby, keep your pistol witcha | |
| Jump out four doors, let me get that there | |
| Partna, leave it where you standin', sucka get somewhere | |
| Lil' shawty, shake some, lil' shawty, take some | |
| Shoot a G, bet a | |
| G, I say, | |
| I break some | |
| Gotta get 'em, split 'em, let this hot heat penetrate 'em | |
| My lil' buddies drop 'em on the spot, no hesitation | |
| Better know 'bout that, we leave 'em stuck like four flat | |
| Gear it up, you seen this here before black | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece | |
| You on your last an' only way of ever livin' | |
| An' it's forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin' | |
| Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you | |
| S.O.SPut an | |
| S on your chest, see it ain't nothin' less unless you confess | |
| An' go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed | |
| Where you been an' who you saw, nigga, naw | |
| We won't fall for no broad an' all because see, we gonna pause | |
| In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya' | |
| Comin' dead off to you fuckin' raw | |
| Like underdogs, see, we gonna win, never was you just a friend | |
| From way back when count to ten, now this shit is 'bout to end | |
| So suck it in an' get a grip, make your move an' make it quick | |
| Before you snooze, you gon' lose, dwellin' on that other shit | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece | |
| Now let me tell you how it go, man, shackled like the chain gang | |
| Stuck off in this range, trappin', tryin' to snap my chain, man | |
| Here, it's an ugly thang, | |
| I'm back on these streets again | |
| Own the strength, | |
| I'm known to limp, everythin' is against da grain | |
| Can't you tell? | |
| ATL, sack it up, make it sale | |
| Fat sacs keep 'em comin' back, now they shop with | |
| PellePelle, big time playa, never scared, hill-top nigga, never fell | |
| Terroristic threats, shawty, tell 'em that this here death or trill | |
| Ain't no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes | |
| Chill the | |
| Mo',[Incomprehensible] | |
| Billy Dee drankin', everyday livin' fine | |
| Constantly stay on the grind, niggas, they don't fuck with mine | |
| Hit 'em hard, one hit caught, the other two times can't fuck with mine | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece |
| zuo qu : Girgsby, Hardnett, Joseph ... | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece | |
| I hear em' hollerin', " | |
| Tell me what do we wanna do?" | |
| We finna' act a fool, | |
| Youngblood, dat | |
| Attic Crew | |
| We keep it movin' on these suckers in an' outta town | |
| Caught ' em slippin' on that corner, lil' shawty draw down | |
| S. W. A. T. s, mean mugs an' thugs | |
| The art of money makin', murder, murder an' drugs | |
| Hear what | |
| I say, don' t play no games, this automatic hit ya' | |
| They say these ladies shady, baby, keep your pistol witcha | |
| Jump out four doors, let me get that there | |
| Partna, leave it where you standin', sucka get somewhere | |
| Lil' shawty, shake some, lil' shawty, take some | |
| Shoot a G, bet a | |
| G, I say, | |
| I break some | |
| Gotta get ' em, split ' em, let this hot heat penetrate ' em | |
| My lil' buddies drop ' em on the spot, no hesitation | |
| Better know ' bout that, we leave ' em stuck like four flat | |
| Gear it up, you seen this here before black | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece | |
| You on your last an' only way of ever livin' | |
| An' it' s forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin' | |
| Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you | |
| S. O. SPut an | |
| S on your chest, see it ain' t nothin' less unless you confess | |
| An' go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed | |
| Where you been an' who you saw, nigga, naw | |
| We won' t fall for no broad an' all because see, we gonna pause | |
| In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya' | |
| Comin' dead off to you fuckin' raw | |
| Like underdogs, see, we gonna win, never was you just a friend | |
| From way back when count to ten, now this shit is ' bout to end | |
| So suck it in an' get a grip, make your move an' make it quick | |
| Before you snooze, you gon' lose, dwellin' on that other shit | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece | |
| Now let me tell you how it go, man, shackled like the chain gang | |
| Stuck off in this range, trappin', tryin' to snap my chain, man | |
| Here, it' s an ugly thang, | |
| I' m back on these streets again | |
| Own the strength, | |
| I' m known to limp, everythin' is against da grain | |
| Can' t you tell? | |
| ATL, sack it up, make it sale | |
| Fat sacs keep ' em comin' back, now they shop with | |
| PellePelle, big time playa, never scared, hilltop nigga, never fell | |
| Terroristic threats, shawty, tell ' em that this here death or trill | |
| Ain' t no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes | |
| Chill the | |
| Mo', Incomprehensible | |
| Billy Dee drankin', everyday livin' fine | |
| Constantly stay on the grind, niggas, they don' t fuck with mine | |
| Hit ' em hard, one hit caught, the other two times can' t fuck with mine | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece |
| zuò qǔ : Girgsby, Hardnett, Joseph ... | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece | |
| I hear em' hollerin', " | |
| Tell me what do we wanna do?" | |
| We finna' act a fool, | |
| Youngblood, dat | |
| Attic Crew | |
| We keep it movin' on these suckers in an' outta town | |
| Caught ' em slippin' on that corner, lil' shawty draw down | |
| S. W. A. T. s, mean mugs an' thugs | |
| The art of money makin', murder, murder an' drugs | |
| Hear what | |
| I say, don' t play no games, this automatic hit ya' | |
| They say these ladies shady, baby, keep your pistol witcha | |
| Jump out four doors, let me get that there | |
| Partna, leave it where you standin', sucka get somewhere | |
| Lil' shawty, shake some, lil' shawty, take some | |
| Shoot a G, bet a | |
| G, I say, | |
| I break some | |
| Gotta get ' em, split ' em, let this hot heat penetrate ' em | |
| My lil' buddies drop ' em on the spot, no hesitation | |
| Better know ' bout that, we leave ' em stuck like four flat | |
| Gear it up, you seen this here before black | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece | |
| You on your last an' only way of ever livin' | |
| An' it' s forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin' | |
| Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you | |
| S. O. SPut an | |
| S on your chest, see it ain' t nothin' less unless you confess | |
| An' go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed | |
| Where you been an' who you saw, nigga, naw | |
| We won' t fall for no broad an' all because see, we gonna pause | |
| In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya' | |
| Comin' dead off to you fuckin' raw | |
| Like underdogs, see, we gonna win, never was you just a friend | |
| From way back when count to ten, now this shit is ' bout to end | |
| So suck it in an' get a grip, make your move an' make it quick | |
| Before you snooze, you gon' lose, dwellin' on that other shit | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece | |
| Now let me tell you how it go, man, shackled like the chain gang | |
| Stuck off in this range, trappin', tryin' to snap my chain, man | |
| Here, it' s an ugly thang, | |
| I' m back on these streets again | |
| Own the strength, | |
| I' m known to limp, everythin' is against da grain | |
| Can' t you tell? | |
| ATL, sack it up, make it sale | |
| Fat sacs keep ' em comin' back, now they shop with | |
| PellePelle, big time playa, never scared, hilltop nigga, never fell | |
| Terroristic threats, shawty, tell ' em that this here death or trill | |
| Ain' t no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes | |
| Chill the | |
| Mo', Incomprehensible | |
| Billy Dee drankin', everyday livin' fine | |
| Constantly stay on the grind, niggas, they don' t fuck with mine | |
| Hit ' em hard, one hit caught, the other two times can' t fuck with mine | |
| Early mornin' to late night | |
| Gonna give it to ya', just like you like | |
| Lettin' this world know just what it be | |
| Look, shawty an' dem, lay you down with hot heat | |
| Forever grind on this here concrete | |
| You can quote every word that | |
| I speakStay sharp, heavy starch in my crease | |
| An' spit this slang like a automatic piece |
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