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That Heat Rock
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sh*** I made up on a combination of drugs over a couple days and a blunted ass freestyle at the end with mad crazy adlibs cuz i was going nuts
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I saw the game was in need of a real artist, so I started grinding.
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Charts
Peak #1,136
Peak in subgenre #578
Author
Phillip Swope
Rights
Chea Mayne Music Productions
Uploaded
May 14, 2007
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MP3 4.0 MB 128 kbps 4:21
Lyrics
I make it do what it do, I make it do what it does, But know one thing true, when I’m leaving club, I’m gone cruise thru the lot, I’m gone scoop if she hot, And take her back to the spot if she trying to fuck. My wrist don’t work out, but they on that gem tip, You can see me shining when I hit entrance, Looking for a breezy, something like a temptress, I’ll teach her how to flip it, now she is my gymnast, Man they claiming this and that, and they claiming that and this, But I came to give you facts and the fact is really this, Man who not, you not, what you said what you do, Cuz you ain’t strapped like tube tops. (dude) Yes I am an asshole, hes so rude, Cuz hes so fresh and hes no you, How you gone hate, you gone blow my mood, Man fuck all yall I’d rather be that dude, All I hang with beast, you could come and feast, Fuck with grease, stay crisp like sheets, Get money from streets make it rise like yeast, I’m hot like heat… everybody know me, I know I’m hot, I make them panties drop, Yes I… stay fly-e-y-e-y What I do know, is that I am ice cold, And yes… we fresh to fucking death… Um…. high yes I usually do be, But I puff good shit, not your usually doobie, And ya chick wanna usually do me, Up in Jacuzzis, while my watch a movie, Yup me with a girl, what can you expect, And she with a girl, who give some good neck, But she with a girl, and she with girl, And all my little girlies know I rock they world… Cuz fuck it man I rock they space, And she got a nice ass but a really cute face, I mean she got a nice face but a really cute ass, So daddy gone smash, cuz daddy on grass, When I get to the bar Imma blow some cash, You can’t be this fly like a plane that crash, Man I got a fat stash I don’t brag and boast, Cuz I stay around ice like the artic coast, And with all with this toast, I get these all whores, Daddy running this train like all aboard… So its choo choo, then its skeet skeet, I don’t ring the door bell I just beep beep!
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