[Chorus] No need to hesitate No need to concentrate No need to slow things down with conversation Come over here now I wanna show how Senses are thrown
No need to concentrate No need to slow things down with conversation No need to hesitate No need to concentrate No need to slow things down with conversation
Traduzione: Hot Hot Heat. Conversazione.
: [Chorus] No need to hesitate No need to concentrate No need to slow things down with conversation Come over here now I wanna show how Senses are thrown
in this And we should give our life in this, before we ever front on this Front on this [Beretta 9:] Aiyo, Born Build, summer heat, icey hot, play the
' key, remembering what old timers told me The first law you wanna hold heat burst yours Props to seek have you sleeping in hurst doors The conversation
no party like us, we crush the faint hearts From Hallsey to St. Mark's, walk in the main blocks Painted with blood that's still hot, so deep it stain
don«t walk away Chorus Back it up Come a little bit closer to me Back it up Don«t it feel a little nicer tell me Back it up Coz we gonna get hot now
the hand that rocks the cradle Nigga them conversations lead to sticky situations that sometimes turn fatal Hogg translation: Blew yay up straight with this heated
state patrol With 50lbs, and I ain't talking bout an eight year old It can take a toll, hoping you can get parole Play your role, the heat is so hot
it down nigga) HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, yeah (keep it goin) HOT SHIT.. HOT SHIT.. HOT SHIT.. yeah, boy (keep it goin) HOT SHIT.. out HOT..
it..... You're styles' toy, my homeboy is God Rally smack wack emcees like they stepped on my Ballies (New Balance) the roof's on fire? Let it burn, hot
a beef starter In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son,
heated, you never know who starts creepin waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping I'd rather pack the heat and not need rather than need one and
let's let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot And mash with your boys if you're down for making loot 'Cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched
, you fuckin with the hit man, Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again. [Chorus] Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya, Nigga talk
in the nine-duece Mo murder by killins and slayin some shit If thick on ya tool and find ya homie dead in a ditch Damn, now the fuckin water's gettin hot
