Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heat, artist - Common. Album song Like Water For Chocolate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MCA
Song language: English
Heat |
| 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 shit |
| cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what? |
| (to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT |
| Yeah, one two. |
| Bout to spit that, HOT SHIT |
| Huh. |
| whoo! |
| Yeah. |
| Turn it down nigga, HOT SHIT |
| Yeah. |
| (oooh) |
| Messenger in the Metropolis; |
| +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+ |
| Niggaz know the ledge, so they don’t come near the style |
| I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit |
| Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets |
| Deep as a skinny girl’s cunt — I surface with the purpose |
| to let y’all niggaz know the demo |
| Voice is a instrument that’s monumental |
| You couldn’t fuck with the style if you was a nympho |
| Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye |
| I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves |
| that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed |
| I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets |
| freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens |
| I lecture how I got God but don’t got religion |
| Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit |
| Let’s just say you Ramone and I’m Spit |
| In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps |
| and people that travel at the speed of need |
| Never agree with the ways of the world |
| Cats say anything — like they say to they girl |
| How you bringin it when you sit indian style? |
| Niggaz know me as Com it’s time hear me go wild |
| with HOT SHIT, yeah. |
| HOT SHIT, yeah, one two. |
| Came to bring it boy |
| (You say you got guns, then bring that shit |
| You say you got ones, then bring that shit |
| cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what? |
| (to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT |
| What? |
| No doubt. |
| HOT SHIT! |
| Old men see visions young men dream dreams |
| I rock the planet — recognize — I’m the C.R.E.A.M. |
| Com Rules Everything and everything is How yo’man pullin yo’weight — he ain’t carryin his |
| Scary the biz is like The Blair Witch Project |
| Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project |
| State senators, life twirls, most sell out |
| — like a dread with a white girl |
| You want me to cypher with you and the Gods? |
| I just did a show — I’m pursuin these broads |
| Everyone I ain’t tryin to fuck |
| Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch |
| You’ll get split like a date that’s dutch scuffed and scraped up Taped up for tryin to say what — ever you was about to say |
| You rap like a nigga that’s about to spray |
| Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say |
| feel my heat in the night — it leaves you without the day |
| What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through |
| Before defeatin me — Joe, you better battle you |
| I tap into my own zone like it’s my home phone |
| Turn the cell off and let my dome roam |
| Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable |
| I write fatal bringin niggaz to life |
| A wise man came in the thick of the night |
| He said BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic |
| I 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 shit |
| cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh |
| (me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT SHIT |
| Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh |
| What we spit Jay? |
| (Throw it down nigga) |
| HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c’mon, yeah (keep it goin) |
| HOT SHIT. |
| HOT SHIT. |
| HOT SHIT. |
| yeah, boy (keep it goin) |
| HOT SHIT. |
| out |
| HOT. |