Youngbloodz - Hot Heat Lyrics
YeahHookEarly 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 doWe finna act a fool, youngblood, dat attic crewWe keep it moving on these suckers in and out of townCaught em slipping on that corner, lil shawty draw downSwats, mean mugs and thugsThe art of money making, murder murder, and drugsHear what I say, dont play no games, its automatic hit yaThey say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit chaJump out four doors, let me get that therePartna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhereLil shawty shake some, lil shawty take someShoot a g, bet a g, I say I break someGotta get em, split em, let this hot heat penetrate emMy lil buddies drop em on the spot, no hesitationBetter know bout that, we leave em stuck like four flatGear it up, you seen this here before blackHookYou on your last and only way of ever livingAnd its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskinGettin fold, now whether you know, see you s.o.sPut an s on your chest, see it aint nothin less, unless you confessAnd go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawedWhere you been, and who you saw, nigga nawWe wont fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pauseIn the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit yaComin dead off to you *****ing raw, like underdogsSee we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back whenCount to ten, now this shit is bout to endSo suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quickBefore you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin on that other shitHookNow let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gangStuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain manHere, its an ugly thang, Im back on these streets againOwn the strength (strem-ph), Im known to limpEverything is against da grainCant you tell, a-t-l, sack it up, make it saleFat sacs keep em coming back, now they shop with pelle pelleBig time playa, never scared, hill-top nigga, never fellTerroristic threats, shawty tell em that this here ? death or trill?Aint no time, ***** around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimesChill the mo, ? ? , billy dee dranking, everyday living fineConstantly stay on the grind, niggas they dont ***** with mineHit em hard, one hit caught, the other two times cant ***** with mineHook
