Текст песни The Roots - Rolling With Heat, слова песни The Roots

Текст песни The Roots - Rolling With Heat

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[Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw]Downtown everybody move to the beatUptown everybody moving the heatCross-town the party where both sides meetEastside, westside, there`s always beef X2[Kweli]I tattoo the page with the permanent inkMr. Rourke on your Fantasy IslandThe umbrella in your tropical drinksStill run it up it, liquor in your cupFucking you upHang over the banisterYou feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brainAin`t no love, you only love bringing hate to the gameTaking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedomHe make music for the people, people dying to meet himPeople!We still abuse it, while the rich is made of musicHe probably driving a Buick and be rocking van heusenG-U-E relevant, see how his man do itFucking with niggas from illa fifth, see how we ran through itThe river in the valleyThe nigga in the alleyRolling with the heat from BK to killer CaliThe hands will fake the clappingYou`ll be collaspingYou softer than the land on legsTransforming the landscapeLike a sandstorm in the SaharaI am the truest niggaI do more shows than The Roots to Carol LewisCreative artist, never play the targets of game huntersYou may want to test this product like cane smugglersDis disco shitPopping like CriscoHitting your faceSpit in your face like pistol shitMy style, wild like wipple whipI go back like a pistol gripIt`s pro-black, Kweli![Chorus] w/o Kweli[Black Thought]I`m a FED like Alcohol, Tobacco and FirearmsWilly gank, spit the killer dank dialoguePyro-maniac like Dr. MolotovI knock the bottle offAnd knock the model offGots some non-believers hereSome how I`ll save y`allOr stop y`all worries, you makin me vexedHit up gekko, this ain`t got gold correctI`ll fuck around and hit your body like ?Cuz you a toy not a soldier yetYou better hold your neckYou dick smokers get no respectWith the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocksBetter rock it on the screen and not the blocksCuz them crews don`t stop them shotsIt`s so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watchI`m from the south side of philly, it`s known to get gruesomeHeavy hitter villians these alleyways produce themHeavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice themThey may as well pay, schmuckIntroducing the B-to L-A see me the king splitterThen analyze this dime, the main thing glitterThen analyze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitterGanster, valid dick torian, graduate of I dare youIf you are paper thin I`m a tear youI`m a come take care of you put a part in your hairdoYou barking like I`m a starting to scare youBut speak up like a man nigga so your body guards can hear you[Chorus] w/o Kweli

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