Heat
Wilson
All around temptation play in the background
From tac town I made up to the ave now
Moons full, the wolves singing the gospel
Exhaust fumes stay dripping out of my nostrils
Crossroads, the lights change
I switch gears rain falls, tires burn
The smoke clears
Paper bag, broken glass, and a spilt beer
From 5 slugs n dried blood that's still here
I been there when the shit get ugly
From truck loading hustler
To desperate junkie
The people he trusted who fled the country
Got em locked up then let out and
Left with nothing
His last words written on a cardboard box
With his hand out begging
But the cars don't stop
So I give what I got but it ain't that much
Yeah to the top it's a long way up
We stay riding to the beat (to the beat yall)
Cause we-ain't, got-no, place, to-go
No we ain't got no place to go
Place to go
Oh I know
In the streets—
Got-to, make-it, on, your-own
Got to make it on your own
On your own
Oh lord
Pepe
Money make the world go round
And when that chatch hit the block
Say the birds in town
Seen the streets come alive
Once the word gets out
You ain't hustler until you learn to work the crowd
Watch the moonlight flicker off of purple clouds
He was a bus boy but I heard he serving now
Lockjaw it ain't raw if it hurts ya mouth
White powder on they face like some circus clowns
Out in East los Chico used to cook shit down
I'm an old school dodger baby Brooklyn bound
Paid my debt to the game
I don't owe no favors
Seen a fiend tryna cop with a rolling paper
Lost my soul tryna chase a million
So I'm running with the moon
Just to shake the feeling
In the bricks it gets hard just to raise ya children
When the cops come and raid ya building
We stay riding to the beat (to the beat yall)
Cause we-ain't, got-no, place, to-go
No we ain't got no place to go
Place to go
Oh I know
In the streets—
Got-to, make-it, on, your-own
Got to make it on your own
On your own
Oh lord
We stay riding to the beat (to the beat yall)
Cause we-ain't, got-no, place, to-go
No we ain't got no place to go
Place to go
Oh I know
In the streets—
Got-to, make-it, on, your-own
Got to make it on your own
On your own
Oh lord
It get hot, whoo whoo whoo whooa, yea, yea