| Song | Rolling With Heat - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | Phrenology |
| 作曲 : Tariq Trotter & Ahmir | |
| 作词 : Gray, Greene, Jenkins, Jones ... | |
| (feat. Talib Kweli) [Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw] | |
| 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 [X2] [Kweli] | |
| 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 collapsing | |
| You softer than | |
| Land O'Lakes | |
| 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! [Chorus w/o Kweli] [Black Thought] | |
| 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 making 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 | |
| Cause 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 [Chorus w/o Kweli] |
| zuò qǔ : Tariq Trotter Ahmir | |
| zuò cí : Gray, Greene, Jenkins, Jones ... | |
| feat. Talib Kweli Chorus: Kweli Dice Raw | |
| Downtown everybody move to the beat | |
| Uptown everybody moving the heat | |
| Crosstown the party where both sides meet | |
| Eastside, westside, there' s always beef X2 Kweli | |
| 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 ? | |
| GUE 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 collapsing | |
| You softer than | |
| Land O' Lakes | |
| 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 problack, | |
| Kweli! Chorus w o Kweli Black Thought | |
| I' m a FED like | |
| Alcohol, Tobacco and | |
| Firearms Willy gank, spit the killer dank dialogue | |
| Pyromaniac like | |
| Dr. Molotov | |
| I knock the bottle off | |
| And knock the model off | |
| Gots some nonbelievers here | |
| Some how I' ll save y' all | |
| Or stop y' all worries, you making 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 | |
| Cause 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 | |
| Bto LA 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 Chorus w o Kweli |