Текст, перевод и аккорды “Hot Heat”
- Yeah Hook Early morning to late night, hey!!! Gonna give it to ya, just like you like, hey!!! Lettin the world know just what it be, hey!!! Look, shawty an dem lay you down with hot heat! hey!!! Forever grind on this here concrete, hey!!! You can quote every word that I speak, hey!!! Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease, hey!!! And spit this slang like an automatic piece! hey!!! I hear em hollerin, tell me what do he wanna do We finna act a fool, youngblood, dat attic crew We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town Caught em slipping on that corner, lil shawty draw down Swats, mean mugs and thugs The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs Hear what I say, dont play no games, its automatic hit ya They say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit cha Jump out four doors, let me get that there Partna, leave it where you standing, 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 Hook You on your last and only way of ever living And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin Gettin fold, now whether you know, see you s.o.s Put an s on your chest, see it aint nothin less, unless you confess And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw We wont fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya Comin dead off to you fucking 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, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick Before you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin on that other shit Hook Now let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gang Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man Here, its an ugly thang, Im back on these streets again Own the strength (strem-ph), Im known to limp Everything is against da grain Cant you tell, a-t-l, sack it up, make it sale Fat sacs keep em coming back, now they shop with pelle pelle Big time playa, never scared, hill-top nigga, never fell Terroristic threats, shawty tell em that this here ? death or trill? Aint no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes Chill the mo, ? ? , billy dee dranking, everyday living fine Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they dont fuck with mine Hit em hard, one hit caught, the other two times cant fuck with mine Hook
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