Heat by Knowmads 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