Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heat Rocks, artist - Raekwon. Date of issue: 04.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heat Rocks |
| Fire in your face |
| Time to take these streets again you heard |
| No more playing man, I want it. |
| (Chef) |
| It was a Friday everybody was caken’n |
| And the house was shake’n and the beats was bang’n |
| And it won’t be long that everybody know’n |
| That DJ brought the heat rocks |
| That DJ brought the heat rocks |
| That DJ brought the heat rooooocckks |
| (Let's go) Come, Get some, You little bum |
| I bake the cake but you can’t get a crumb |
| From, Get physical, Lyrical, Spiritual |
| Ultimate, And all that good shit |
| I love brag’n, Gots to rag it, Flash the dragon |
| Back in nine-five with the wagon |
| Create drama when I hunt for cream |
| And I pack em in mean, My sweet sixteen |
| Is fly, My vibe is live, I gots to ride |
| A smoke a bone you know it when Cochise died |
| Hell up in Harlem, Note to Staten |
| When niggas do hits rock sixes black man |
| The black brand, Wu-Tang Clan, I smack hands |
| Then drive through the Hammerstein, Fronts and black bands |
| Cool’n, School’n, Everything around me |
| Might fire one off in clique’s around me |
| I won’t stand it, Dammit, Murder the planet |
| I more like a sign man, My coke just landed |
| You know, Get money nigga, The fly poet |
| Who only write rhymes and the track exploded |
| Ayo, Come see me man, Come see me I’m back up baby |
| Whatever you need, Come on man, Word up |
| Don’t bring no people I don’t know man |
| Back again, Son put the fronts back in |
| Fresh like a new wash or glass of gin |
| I got many kins ready to hit niggas |
| Plenty men, Blend with a new spaceship, That’s what’s in |
| Caught a whirl when Shallah shit drop |
| Crys pop, Got Barrack with me, Come get me, Ashy Glock |
| You know it’s cool even if I flop |
| Ain’t no more real niggas left I just sit in the box |
| With all the fliest, Livest, Multi-buyers |
| Niggas eat money up, Most yall liars |
| Catch the kid in Hawaii tired |
| New-New Roll, You talking to my ho you fired |
| Superstar Keyon quite |
| When I talk got every burroughs in a smash cause I am |
| The greatest, Pay this, Latest, Famous painters say this |
| Two more strong for your play list |
| New Yorker, Hulker, Call me Orca |
| Army jacket down to the floor I soak you up |
| This is a master classic rap shit |
| Play at five in the morning, Get the gun and mask kit |
| Smoke like an Indian, Pass it |
| And I’m not stopping no more, That’s it your ass is lit |
| Yeah, Uhh huh, Yeah, You know it ain’t over nigga |
| It’s going down again baby, For real, For Real |
| I’mma come see you soon alright, Word up |
| Yall know who you are, Word up, I want it |
| For real, Chef, Yeah, The builder burgers nigga |
| We want in |