from crying Tearing me apart Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Just give me another chance This could be a new romance Heat wave Heat wave Heat wave
to be Chorus Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Just give me another chance This could be a new romance Heat wave Heat wave Heat wave Heat wave
ترجمة: منظمة الصحة العالمية ،. موجة حر شديد.
wanna keep it Shorty be so exotic she looking decent Lot of corny niggas be offering wack free shit I can't hold the heat no more yo I gotta release
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming After working all year down at 'Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing' So one night when my family and I were gathered
Amusement parks are caked with sounds A solid hunk of meat A barker's sweat flings from his tongue His tattoo shines with heat A wary stranger stands
my kids And it is what it is, you can take it how you want it Motherfuck who I offend they can meet me on the corner It don't matter who you is or where
back Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at? 12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at? D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzy Aiyyo, who
ride out I also solicit visual verbalism worth a visit Intensely exquisite artism inquire all, who is it? It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist Oh, he's waving
s, ten years later now I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s*** I sip a hundred proof til' I'm ripped And wave at the haters who got a root
for a minute Time to throw a little mud Turn me up some, yo Yo, yo, gimme some room, I'm throwin' elbows Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who
battery Charging MCs, smooth like the breeze Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme Or topic, showing I be rocking Every little city I play, I leave a heat wave
crowd straight to they knees warriors, dance floors under siege all you need is agility and a little speed b-boys now shoot for their own league supernat this is another heat
not change your dial and get on it, I flip on this here beat then the re-bonics keep heat like, Hamid's weed speech Hit the deep street sonnets, who want
