[Chorus:] From the streets of South central, Smooth bringing the heat Something positive to listen to while bumping in your jeep When your rolling
three got tha heat so bluff it sling' teshies cause it's more than twenty duckets struck it kind of rich now his pockets lookin' straight slam the deese on tha benzo pancake by tha
knock you out, boy your comatosed boy your rockin with the most, estelle take you on a ride like a rollercoaster. I heat it up like a toaster, boy bring
knock you out, boy your comatosed Boy your rockin with the most, estelle take you on a ride like a rollercoaster. I heat it up like a toaster, boy bring
' out here in these streets Lookin' out for the rollers duckin' these haters they wanna face Well I keep my heat And it ain't no peace and fuck tha police
come on we gotta roll and wouldn't you know They ain't ready for the war Rob tha rich take some Give tha rest of tha poor Make them feel the pain, two
Soulja Soulja Nigga It's the Vamphire Gang [Verse 1:] You bitches hating on SOD I'll put tha pistols in yo mouth Niggas talking all that shit I send
it up close then she gotta walk it out Im tha king of this rap shit f**k they talkin bout Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South I be
This that new fire, man DarkChild, Disturbing Tha Peace Shareefa, here's another one, Luda I told 'em we just gettin' started, man Aiyyo, I don't think
, Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake, My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground, And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound, Now
police If I was slangin' dope you couldn't get an OZ See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep Hommies holdin' up the doe 'cuz they know we toat heat
's hella tight Crush blue velvet, gameless game White on white wit tha gold thangs Bounce to the spot, check my crap Wash, wax, straight on fat The bass on heat
I had that shit last summer boy, Charles is gone, Cher is show case, 5 5 9 night life (they had it goin on), Back then Shawty D was gone, Flat heat right
on an Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an Wake your arse up mother f**kers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin So up an
hand 'causez they know how ta bring it know how ta fold his fing'as slingin the oldest english my co-fee, smokin a roll thats how it be when tha hoe
east And you dont wanna war everybody gotta a piece You think its sweet. until you catch a cavity And that heat'ell make yo ass defy gravity So do tha
to tha kitchen Seen Ronnie by the cabanet Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet Shot her in da heart Den caught tha earchess fabanet Den I seen Cindy, tha