They say it was so hot today We're going after cops And maybe then they'll shoot them
I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest in a bit field of tall grass I lay there in the sun and
[killah priest] The mind, heavy mental, jesus christ is, heavy mental Everything brings in, heavy mental day, the day you will experience something Heavy
seemed to hold him like a spell, though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in Hell. On a Christmas day we were mushing our way over
holsters Two pistols, can't be too cautious Yes, human crack, Young Carter I perform better in hot water Yeah and my whip game straight On a bad day
...["can't lose"] (Yo) Cause I...["can't lose] [Beretta Nine] Yo, 2001summer heat Icy hot, play the street Twelve month, seven day a week Cat in eye
the wine and take that pearl Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day
looking for hearts to burn with In flames She says "love is blind We're all destined to change" Put her lips up to my ear Her breathe felt hot on my face
We dont care what it meant Another day Another death Another sorrow Another breath No remorse No repent We dont care what it meant Another day
a cost See, my name is Boba Fett I know my shit is tight Start not actin'right You're frozen in carbonite Got telescopic sight Flame throwers on my
And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where
gold seemed to hold him like a spell Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hell On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way
clips packed Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day
with this one You get burned playin' Nix-on, Hot Biscuit Stand back, don't make me spit one, and paint pictures On the walls of your mental, with hot
neither over-graced Nor underrepresented in the art Of living, where their lips were meant to taste A sort of feline stealth they wear about them And while a flame
day? What if you knew where your landlord lived On the other side of the river In the resort town where you clean the floors, Would you feel your lips
