Common - Heat Lyrics
F/ jaydee[common]Yeah, one two..Yeah, where my nigga jay dee?Where ya at? (yeah!)(oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?(you say you got ones, then bring that shitCause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?(to get my man see we bout to spit some) hot shitYeah, one two..Bout to spit that, hot shitHuh.. whoo! yeah..Turn it down nigga, hot shitYeah.. (oooh)Messenger in the metropolis; +apocalypse+ here and +now+Niggaz know the ledge, so they dont come near the styleI appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shitFake niggaz drown the deeper the verse getsDeep as a skinny girls cunt - I surface with the purposeTo let yall niggaz know the demoVoice is a instrument thats monumentalYou couldnt ***** with the style if you was a nymphoRaised in the temple of chi, taught to look into the eyeI identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin movesThat bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weedI feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child getsFreaky, like marv albert, in outfits, by chaka givensI lecture how I got God but dont got religionGot a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shitLets just say you ramone and Im spitIn a habitat of cadillacs and battle rapsAnd people that travel at the speed of needNever agree with the ways of the worldCats say anything - like they say to they girlHow you bringin it when you sit indian style?Niggaz know me as com its time hear me go wildWith hot shit, yeah..Hot shit, yeah, one two..Came to bring it boy(you say you got guns, then bring that shitYou say you got ones, then bring that shitCause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?(to get my man see we bout to spit some) hot shitWhat? no doubt.. hot shit![common]Old men see visions young men dream dreamsI rock the planet - recognize - Im the c.r.e.a.m.Com rules everything and everything isHow yo man pullin yo weight - he aint carryin hisScary the biz is like the blair witch projectExperiment in rooms on some bare ***** projectState senators, life twirls, most sell out- like a dread with a white girlYou want me to cypher with you and the gods?I just did a show - Im pursuin these broadsEveryone I aint tryin to *****Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touchYoull get split like a date thats dutch scuffed and scraped upTaped up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to sayYou rap like a nigga thats about to sprayGet a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to sayFeel my heat in the night - it leaves you without the dayWhat I write is a passage for niggaz to travel throughBefore defeatin me - joe, you better battle youI tap into my own zone like its my home phoneTurn the cell off and let my dome roamShame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stableI write fatal bringin niggaz to lifeA wise man came in the thick of the nightHe said bring that shit when you pick up the micI said, what shit?He said hot shit, hot shit, hot shit(you say you got guns, then bring that shit) uhhh(you say you got ones, then bring that shitCause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh(me and my man, see we known to spit this) hot shitHot shit, yeah, yeah, uhhWhat we spit jay? (throw it down nigga)Hot shit, uh, yeah, uh, cmon, yeah (keep it goin)Hot shit..Hot shit..Hot shit.. yeah, boy (keep it goin)Hot shit.. outHot..
