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Some information about Rolling With Heat Lyrics Title: The Roots - Rolling With Heat lyrics Artist: The Roots Album: Phrenology Visitors: 2 visitors have visited Rolling With Heat Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw Downtown everybody move to the beat Uptown everybody moving the heat Cross-town the party where both sides meet Eastsidewestsidethere s always beef X2 Kweli I tattoo the page with the permanent ink Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island The umbrella in your tropical drinks Still run it up itliquor in your cup Fucking you up Hang over the banister You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain Ain t no loveyou only love bringing hate to the game Taking my name in vainmistaking license for freedom He make music for the peoplepeople dying to meet him People! We still abuse itwhile the rich is made of music He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van heusen G-U-E relevantsee how his man do it Fucking with niggas from illa fifthsee how we ran through it The river in the valley The nigga in the alley Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali The hands will fake the clapping You ll be collasping You softer than the land on legs Transforming the landscape Like a sandstorm in the Sahara I am the truest nigga I do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis Creative artistnever play the targets of game hunters You may want to test this product like cane smugglers Dis disco shit Popping like Crisco Hitting your face Spit in your face like pistol shit My stylewild like wipple whip I go back like a pistol grip It s pro-blackKweli! Chorus w/o Kweli Black Thought I m a FED like AlcoholTobacco and Firearms Willy gankspit the killer dank dialogue Pyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov I knock the bottle off And knock the model off Gots some non-believers here Some how I ll save y all Or stop y all worriesyou makin me vexed Hit up gekkothis ain t got gold correct I ll fuck around and hit your body like ? Cuz you a toy not a soldier yet You better hold your neck You dick smokers get no respect With the bloodice your watchrock your rocks Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks Cuz them crews don t stop them shots It s so many that flythey chase downI just stop and watch I m from the south side of phillyit s known to get gruesome Heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them Heavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them They may as well payschmuck Introducing the B-to L-A see me the king splitter Then analyze this dimethe main thing glitter Then analyze the taste in your mouthit seem bitter Ganstervalid dick toriangraduate of I dare you If you are paper thin I m a tear you I m a come take care of you put a part in your hairdo You barking like I m a starting to scare you But speak up like a man nigga so your body guards can hear you Chorus w/o Kweli Hottest songs from The Roots : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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