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Temperature's Rising
作詞:Lynn Blythe Davis, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Patrice L. Rushen, Freddie Washington
Yeah Uhh, no doubt, son, word up
Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns They probably got the phones tap, so I won't speak long Gimme a half second and I'ma put you on It's all messed up, somebody's snitchin' on the crew And word is on the street is, they got pictures of you Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep Axin' on your whereabouts, so where do you sleep?
They said they just wanna question you, but me and you know That once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you Then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so It's a good thing you bounced but now you're stayin' low Once in a blue, I check to see how you doin' I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union They probably knock down the door In the middle of the night, sometimes around four Hopin' to find who they're lookin' for but they want to see All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
But worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hell Harder for brothers to get their thug on but oh, well Son, they know too much, even the hood rat chicks Oh, you heard who did what and why I don't this shit So stop askin', then I know I'm not goin' crazy From windows, I see lights flashin' and maybe Somebody's takin' pictures, you know who that be Police lovers and neighborhood snitches They put up pert ice, so everybody's pointin' fingers And lyin', aiyo son, the temp is risin'
Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin' The temperature's risin', huh and there's nothin' surprisin' The temperature's risin', huh and there's nothin' surprisin' The temperature's risin', there's nothin' surprisin'
What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at On the flow from the cops or wings on your back That snitch nigga gave police your location We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Phony niggas walk around tryin' to be your clone They really fear you, when you was at home you was pale That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked up Tried to hustle, where along the lines your plan slipped up Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the Ac Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood Took us under very deep Wonderin' who snitched and got me losin' lots of sleep At night, you know my mouth is tight I never sang to the cops 'cos that shit ain't right Sometimes, I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack Damn, why the situation go down like that?
It'll be a long time before the heat dies down In a couple of years, fool, we'll see you around But 'til then, maintain and keep you story the same The cops is grabbin' wrong niggas, lookin' for someone to blame They harrassin', strugglin' to find the truth Is it a chance you case'll get thrown out 'cos they ain't got no proof
To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy Deliver me the gun, I'll tie two, quickly throw it in the river Make sure it sinks to the bottom Our smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got 'em But still, but still, but still
Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin' Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin' Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin' Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin' Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin' Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin' Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
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