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SINGER: Lateef And Lyrics Born
SONG:Burning Hot In Cali On A Saturday Night
Lateef: i just / jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler / let the Water wash over my soul from thinker to toe / take a leak and then i lean Over the sink brushing the teeth / and now i'm in full swing of the morning Ritual / mumbling the whole rhyme and re rehearsing my lines / hummin' Tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready / steady as a photo through The course of time / then i pick out a fit of the proper design / i'm Dipped fresh like pine yall / that's just in case i get any vaginal / Action in the place / gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the Flavor / i double check and make sure the family got the date / the where, When, and how, everthing checked out / super-tight within the solesides Circle of power / but now, where the fuck is x? / he's supposed ta had been Here an hour ago / shit, no trip, i kick a dope freestyle though / take a Moment out and give praise and thanks / and i'm thinking 'bout how the Quannum gone have the shit crankin' / in a minute no gimmicks, just hyped From the start to finish / wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin' Up. / 1st chorus: lateef and the gift of gab: yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah hella times /the gift of gab: i went to sleep last night watching Showtime at the apollo /like a youngun on the night before xmas watching The stockings / go 'round in a dingling and dance over their heads / Although it wasn't xmas stockings it was microphones instead /above my Headrest. / woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called jeff / just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was Ex-cellent, definately we'll bless this, / venue tonight allright, i gotta Get hyped, midnight is when we go on... / go through my lines a couple of Times / just to make sure they're sounding tight. / had some clothes to Wash, i threw 'um in the washing cycle / blew my nose and flossed and Brushed. / jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed / i'm on some Nfl sike shit, they'll bear witness. / i'm leaving sound check a mess at Six, i give a call to x, / "man let's get to rounding up the caravan." / It's a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn / is blowin lyrics Born and lateef are already in the car with chief / and we about to strike Tonight, shine like litebrights, / quite the hype type, quannum is that Abominable shit you like / your listening pleasure / i hope they treasure / The endeavor / like something they never / saw or will ever / see together / that was so clever and write me letters / sayin' their head hurts / from The pressure / on their mental, although they felt as though they left a Better person! 2nd chorus: lateef, the gift of gab and lyrics born: more And more yeahs and stuff like that / lyrics born: oh if you only knew how It feels doin' shows on the road or at home with your crew, / in the brown Jetta, / due for the sound check soon, / townsend had fell through, dna Lounge? / oooh god, i feel sorry for that poor retard, / whose gonna Coordinate reordering the parts, / when the solesides guys bogart the Stage, / they got no regard, / the place is torn apart! / that's the Mindset going over the bridge, / average speed we did was about Seven-fifth, / we was led by a saturday night western wind flowing through The cockpit, / we're ready for soundcheck--or the gig, / whichever begins First it doesn't matter, / dinner is dessert, and hors d'oveures , and it Serves amateurs, / and at first xcel sets up the sl 12 huns, / and we've Huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each, / x cues the records and A couple heavy mettlers set up, / three bottles of effervescent beverages, / and the end is eminent and quannum's in the house, / we 'bout to give You muthafuckas hemorrhages.
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