I'm buzzing, who gives a sh**? (lol)
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo these n***as 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
s**as 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 s** with baby moms
Madlib, Talib getting the gravy on
sh**'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 n***as like we own the city
And dropping nitty gritty while you n***as coming sh**ty
(Doing it right) with a chick while she looking pretty
n***as mad since I'm in the hitting kitten committee
Sipping on the henny checking out the beat blast
My n***a 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 n***a sleepwalk
Out to lunch, Madlib hit like a championship punch
To the head, speakers smashed to the red, leaving ash
Getting cake up, n***a better wake up
(n***a say what?) Ya'll n***as better wake up
Get your weight ups with the dollar bench press
Take your one step while I take my ten steps
[Chorus]