Da Heat Songtext / Lyric

Still on this paperchase

Load the stacks up in the safe

Because champagne tastes with beer money to wet the cake

Me and my peoples play for high stakes

Look out for FBI jakes to turn up the case and place me upstake

Every last printed bolegal?

We started out small people now we's all lethal

From poverty, the land property, run a monopoly

We properly, sending butterleather shitting mahogany

Call it robbery, just as long as I grab the lottery

Im tryna prospectally strictly going for jackpottery, obviously

Kool G Rap unlike a lotta G's

For novelty models be stripping

Like the shit's pornography, the odyssey, lyrical prodigy

See my philosophy like Socrates

Logically cats follow me catastrophically

Your role models be and anything less is just an S.O and S. with the apostrophe

Fuck all that hypocrisy

You know who got with these lyrics about the street heat first

Check my biography, its possibly

Cause I was ahead of my time like a prophecy, monstrosity

Nigga wanna copy me like photography

Ladies: Its so its so hot hot, come get it on!

Kool G Rap: Straight bringin the heat son!

We keep the rocks flowing, the Glocks blowing, the pockets swollen

The proper Clis? growing not big as Samoans

Got cash flowing out the colon

Be on the yard dash like Jesse Owens

Tryna get stripes and riches like Bolen?

People look out for Jakes patrolling

They hate to see niggas be straight out holding mad diamonds glowing and the papers folding

We rolling Kennedy Caver? status, living at lavish

Cop the shit thats as hot as a raddish

Five o' one quarter carats from outta Paris

My movements is moving quicker than Randy Travis

The lyrical style ravishes, creeping past all your averages

Carry my own weight, fuck astro packages

Just make sure there's a quick savages? from under the hat attack with bad habits kid!

They'll thump your whole wig, get you digged just for one more hole in the Earth to dig

When I spit the shit from out the cig?

Its nothing short from bloodsport to get your mug torched?

Listen to what the thugs taught

Before you get rocked, down on the block for cops to find your blood caught

From stunning missles

That I could ceases all your blood and tissue

Got dirt by the fake ones and all the unofficials