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Heated Leather, Pt. 1
by WATCHOUT4JAKES
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WATCHOUT4JAKES, we out here
We smoking whatever the fuck Chet Hanks was smoking when he spoke Patois
You know? (Big up, big up!)
Six liters, eight cylinders, it's all white
With a good soundtrack, I could drive it all night
I always gotta flex the motor when the green light
Rev the engine and I'm stopping street fights
I'll crush your M3, your Civic, and your Five-O
You can hear me coming down the block when I drive slow
I ain't got to text 'em I'm here when I drive though
'Cause I drive crazy, but how else could I drive yo
Truck's full and I'll fill you with buck hoe
Smoke dro wild like I'm off the dust though
Oh shit, Khan might've laced this
My jaws tight and I'm eyeing my hit list
Where do I start, who's throwing the biggest shitfit
You say you've got big guns, you've got a tick dick
You say you sell big weight, you got a head start
Using mommy and daddy's money for kick starts
Chevy got the boom boom, listen to it drop
I'm snappin' and trappin', I'm blitzing past cops
I'm Warren Sapp with the sacks that I got
Randy Moss, touchdown, show my ass to the opps
Lot of motherfuckers talking, who real or not
Step the fuck up or get the fuck out of Dodge
Daddy said there's more important things to do than rapping
Dad, I need imported things and I'mma make it happen
Plus I need enough money for some expensive habits
And I know that it's easy to get a crowd clapping
We could be on a beach out in Cancun
Care free, ashing blunts on my tracksuit
Let me put the pen to the paper and I'mma show you
How I script a beautiful written, burn 'em like Khan do
Way I'm whipping up these rhymes, I'm the top chef
Way I'm beating all these swine, I'm the Mos Def
That's leave 'em black on both sides, bleeding near death
I'm just chilling in the basement, not a set to rep
Unaffiliated menace with a slick walk
Yo, I swear to God I'm getting famous off this slick talk
Swear to God she getting restless, let this dick talk
Put her ass to sleep and leave the beat in white chalk
You Malibu's Most Wanted motherfuckers piss me off
Talking shit all in your songs, face to face you're soft
Post your load all on the Snap, boy you're getting robbed
Claim you was raided but really it was a fucking job
Think you can stack up some pounds and just buy a fucking Rollie?
The last I heard you left the trap door wide open
Your man was fucking up some measurements 'cause he was rolling
I'm just pissed I wasn't the one to leave your safe smoking
A pound deep, like a chief smoking
Got creeps that'll leave the fucking piece smoking
I always smoke when I rap, but I think in poems
Got these thick ass joints wrapped, I chain smoke 'em
Windows down on the interstate, I chain smoke 'em
Heated seats for the dinner date, I chain smoke 'em
Wanna talk about the gang, plain day pokers
Never know when or where, wild card joker, bitch
WATCHOUT4JAKES, we out here
We smoking whatever the fuck Chet Hanks was smoking when he spoke Patois
You know? (Big up, big up!)
Six liters, eight cylinders, it's all white
With a good soundtrack, I could drive it all night
I always gotta flex the motor when the green light
Rev the engine and I'm stopping street fights
I'll crush your M3, your Civic, and your Five-O
You can hear me coming down the block when I drive slow
I ain't got to text 'em I'm here when I drive though
'Cause I drive crazy, but how else could I drive yo
Truck's full and I'll fill you with buck hoe
Smoke dro wild like I'm off the dust though
Oh shit, Khan might've laced this
My jaws tight and I'm eyeing my hit list
Where do I start, who's throwing the biggest shitfit
You say you've got big guns, you've got a tick dick
You say you sell big weight, you got a head start
Using mommy and daddy's money for kick starts
Chevy got the boom boom, listen to it drop
I'm snappin' and trappin', I'm blitzing past cops
I'm Warren Sapp with the sacks that I got
Randy Moss, touchdown, show my ass to the opps
Lot of motherfuckers talking, who real or not
Step the fuck up or get the fuck out of Dodge
Daddy said there's more important things to do than rapping
Dad, I need imported things and I'mma make it happen
Plus I need enough money for some expensive habits
And I know that it's easy to get a crowd clapping
We could be on a beach out in Cancun
Care free, ashing blunts on my tracksuit
Let me put the pen to the paper and I'mma show you
How I script a beautiful written, burn 'em like Khan do
Way I'm whipping up these rhymes, I'm the top chef
Way I'm beating all these swine, I'm the Mos Def
That's leave 'em black on both sides, bleeding near death
I'm just chilling in the basement, not a set to rep
Unaffiliated menace with a slick walk
Yo, I swear to God I'm getting famous off this slick talk
Swear to God she getting restless, let this dick talk
Put her ass to sleep and leave the beat in white chalk
You Malibu's Most Wanted motherfuckers piss me off
Talking shit all in your songs, face to face you're soft
Post your load all on the Snap, boy you're getting robbed
Claim you was raided but really it was a fucking job
Think you can stack up some pounds and just buy a fucking Rollie?
The last I heard you left the trap door wide open
Your man was fucking up some measurements 'cause he was rolling
I'm just pissed I wasn't the one to leave your safe smoking
A pound deep, like a chief smoking
Got creeps that'll leave the fucking piece smoking
I always smoke when I rap, but I think in poems
Got these thick ass joints wrapped, I chain smoke 'em
Windows down on the interstate, I chain smoke 'em
Heated seats for the dinner date, I chain smoke 'em
Wanna talk about the gang, plain day pokers
Never know when or where, wild card joker, bitch
