Knowmads - Heat lyrics
[Knowmads - Heat lyrics]
Temptation play in the background
From tac town I made up to the ave now
This full moon the wolves singing the gospel
Exhaust fumes dripping out of
My nostrils crossroads, lights change
I switch gears rain falls, tires burn
The smoke clears
Paper bag, broken glass, and a spilt beer
5 slugs n dried blood that’s still here
I been there when the shit get ugly
From truck loads to hustler
To desperate junkie
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
Still 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
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
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 offa
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 burnt dreams
Crushed up in a rolling paper
Swear I 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
In the city where cops come
And raid ya building
We stay riding to the beat
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
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
From tac town I made up to the ave now
This full moon the wolves singing the gospel
Exhaust fumes dripping out of
My nostrils crossroads, lights change
I switch gears rain falls, tires burn
The smoke clears
Paper bag, broken glass, and a spilt beer
5 slugs n dried blood that’s still here
I been there when the shit get ugly
From truck loads to hustler
To desperate junkie
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
Still 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
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
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 offa
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 burnt dreams
Crushed up in a rolling paper
Swear I 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
In the city where cops come
And raid ya building
We stay riding to the beat
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
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