Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Brings Heat, artist - Warren G. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
We Brings Heat |
| Playaz, playettes, macks, trues, wannabes |
| All you muthafuckaz, we gonna kick it like this |
| For the trues |
| Yeah this crew was tight, went from planning dreams |
| Now we rockin mics, gettin shit right, stayin on beat |
| And servin this heat, through yo streets, jealous hoes peep |
| But me, I dont sleep |
| So you know I catch you watchin |
| While they comin with drama, I’m blockin and steady knockin |
| The post is won out the box, it dont stop, hittin our areas and shakin up spots |
| I’m bakin blocks in four wheel motion |
| Everywhere I look I see 21 ones floatin (21st Street!) |
| Then I made a stop at the P-A-C's |
| Wassup y’all? |
| You seen Tripp L-O double C, now |
| I’m headin to the back where the homeys is posted |
| Niggas on gat in case plat wanna get roasted |
| But you know how that go, in the city of snakes, fakes, hmm and bitch brakes |
| I shakes, back to the topic called heat |
| My beat, your treat, can’t nobody fuck wit me |
| Cuz I’m known from Cali to Rome |
| We brings heat, so now its on |
| Bring heat to the table and play your cards right |
| My crew got heat we got game air tight |
| Through thick and thin, see we like kin |
| And it won’t stop no matter what happens |
| Man you not knowin, who’s tops they be blowin |
| I brings heat, independant and I will release |
| The ultraviolet, bangin beats for the pilot |
| Got the sky lit now who really wanna try it |
| Its warm when we swarm, your area gonna get torn |
| And a job that work g funk in the purest form |
| For what its worth, I’m a let you know |
| I’m hyperactive for those who react too slow, all alone |
| My fleets movin fast, hand in hand with the aftermath |
| My skills was built to last |
| Forever in a day, but some days we gotta trip |
| Throwin lics for grits, steady stackin our chips |
| The money clips dont fit, now is it the way we dip on |
| These and those, mo Gs and hoes, I assumes on a mission, (on a mission) |
| Conditions ain’t the same got the average nigga wishin, but still missin |
| The simple facts it ain’t like that |
| Turn the tables when the label dont react, its Wayniac |
| Bring heat to the table and play your cards right |
| My crew got heat we got game air tight |
| Too much clout I’m havin so niggas be grabbin at my wealth |
| At test a math, set them back on the shelf |
| They say we love your skills, I’m good for your health, |
| My lifeline droppin the dime on them like a stealth bomb |
| Will calm a nigga down with my one round |
| Suppose they act up, my back up’s involved now |
| GFCs included, my crew is undisputed |
| Heavyweight champs, known for blowin out yo amps |
| I had patience but now I’m anxious |
| Lurkin like a cat on the deal with my sack |
| I know somebody watchin the Locc |
| Can’t stop cuz it just start poppin please |
| I gots tah have it like Mickey D’s |
| Over 60 billion served rollin on the daily |
| Can’t tell me shit put it in and I won’t notice |
| Me and my niggas nothin but that top notch |
| Long Beach postin up the road blocks |
| You can’t go through, or around, you gotta turn back |
| I’m gettin turned back, ridahs and killaz that dont play that |
| Known to bring it on when it pop, missions to clock |
| Stages to rock, when I’m done lounge at the spot |
| Chorus repeats to fade |