Heat

I'm buzzing, who gives a shit? (lol) [Verse 1] Aiyyo these niggas keep rollin like cars are stolen Holding heat, folding meat to the back of your head The whole world sleeps While we dropping beats and lyrics, our own techniques Suckas standing mad in the back, cause they don't get freaks Some of these rappers look like they got high heels on Lipstick and makeup, laced-up thong We keep it raw like sex with baby moms Madlib, Talib getting the gravy on Shit's kinda refreshing like bottles of Evian Don't even know what day we on 24 hours a day hittin the hazy bong (Heat) The raw addict, (Heat) dropping static (Heat) Changing - Changing the sound (Heat) When it goes around addict drop static like James Brown It goes around - round and round... [Chorus] HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) x 8 [Verse 2] Coming through with my niggas like we own the city And dropping nitty gritty while you niggas coming shitty (Doing it right) with a chick while she looking pretty Niggas mad since I'm in the hitting kitten committee Sipping on the henny checking out the beat blast My nigga Med roll the blunt with a twist of hash Like a drug dealer all I want to see is cash (Nah, don't do me no favors, all I wanna see is my cash) Keep the heat locked even when the beat knock Leave a deep shock, make a nigga sleepwalk Out to lunch, Madlib hit like a championship punch To the head, speakers smashed to the red, leaving ash Getting cake up, nigga better wake up (nigga say what?) Ya'll niggas better wake up Get your weight ups with the dollar bench press Take your one step while I take my ten steps [Chorus]