CELLY CEL – HEAT 4 YO AZZ

Lyrics

[VERSE 1]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel with a cloud of smoke
Dead bodies on the ground when these fools get loc'ed
It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker
Mobbin through the town tryin to murder muthafuckas
211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs
D boys gettin robbed, niggas get jacked for they mobbs
What's a nigga to do, can't survive without a gun
Snitches in the street, a nigga livin on the run
It's fun but the pen is like smokin sess
Locked up on a 187'll make any nigga stress
You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head
Shot you in your face and now your ass is better off dead
Talkin shit'll get you smoked quick
No need to save a hoe because they can't live without dick
So I focus on the mail, Celly Cel
Ain't no playa-hatin nigga, I got too much heat to sell
Fairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins
I kicked it with the O.G.'s pickin up on game:
Get your money on, fuck a bitch and get ghost
And keep one in the chamber for them fools that play you close
Them Sick Wid' It niggas keep makin the beat 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
[CHORUS x2]
Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
Them Sick Wid' It nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
[VERSE 2]
Them Sick Wid' It niggas got the beat up comin with some heat
Them federal muthafuckas tryin to get a buck in the streets
Every day a nigga wanna test yo skill
And playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin real
The H-i-double l-s-i-d-e
Down with the P.G., niggas don't wanna see me
Act a fuckin fool, shootin up the city
Happy on the trigger like my nigga Frank Nitty
Let's get into the C thang, Hillside slang
It's a Hillside thang from the Hillside, mang
Smokin em like a chronic sack, rollin em in a zag
Hittin em with the funk and zippin em up in bodybags
Everywhere I go fools get to actin crazy
Wanna let they nuts hang, thinkin they can fade me
So I keep a life-long mug on my face
Rollin with some heat, sippin on a straight lace
A high speed chase, bank it in the side pocket
Po-po's can't fuck with the 350 rocket
Under my hood it's all good when I'm on the gas
Checkin the rollers and the jackers that try to blast
Tricks of the trade already made, gangster got it down
Never panic under pressure when it's goin down
Droppin a bomb, nigga, mobb beats 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Breakin em off somethin proper for the nine-fo'
In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoe
Little hoes and the don't-know's need to know
A nigga that flow who ain't comin out the gate slow
Pimpin and and pandlin, hoe handlin the whole bit
Killers move in silence, nigga, I don't talk shit
I see them loudmouth niggas keep gettin dead
And the silent ones on 25 to life bids
You gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin down
If you ain't down you better move to a square town
Niggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed up
Hit the county jail straight p.c.-ed up
You never know who really down till the funk jump
Same one that jump and the finger points at the punk
And your crew wasn't down from the get-go
Don't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go?
Hollow points get to the point quicker
Cause talkin shit full of liquor thinkin that you're sicker
Than the next nigga'll get you full of bullet holes
Stayin on my toes and I just can't let go
Of this mobb shit that I kick 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
[CHORUS]

Paroles (Traduction)

[COUPLET 1]
Une par une vont les balles dans le chargeur
Mets-la dans ton flingue, une dans la chambre, maintenant tu es prêt à commencer
La chaleur émane du canon avec un nuage de fumée
Des cadavres par terre quand ces fous deviennent fous
C'est la folie dans la rue, garde une arme pour un idiot
Parcourant la ville en essayant de tuer des enfoirés
Braquages tous les jours, magasins d'alcool et banques
Les mecs se font voler, les mecs se font dépouiller de leur argent
Qu'est-ce qu'un mec peut faire, ne peut pas survivre sans un flingue
Des balances dans la rue, un mec vivant en fuite
C'est amusant mais la taule c'est comme fumer de l'herbe
Enfermé pour un meurtre fera stresser n'importe quel mec
Tu peux porter un gilet pare-balles, ça n'arrêtera pas deux balles dans la tête
On t'a tiré dessus en pleine face et maintenant tu ferais mieux d'être mort
Parler de merde te fera fumer rapidement
Pas besoin de sauver une pute parce qu'elles ne peuvent pas vivre sans bite
Alors je me concentre sur le fric, Celly Cel
Pas de mec jaloux, j'ai trop d'armes à vendre
Je ne raconte jamais de contes de fées, c'est du gangstérisme dans mes veines
J'ai traîné avec les anciens pour apprendre :
Fais ton argent, baise une meuf et disparais
Et garde une balle dans la chambre pour les idiots qui te jouent de près
Ces mecs de Sick Wid' It continuent de faire la musique pour ton cul
Ciggedy-Cel le mec funky a du feu pour ton cul
[REFRAIN x2]
Du feu pour ton cul
Du feu pour ton cul
Ces mecs de Sick Wid' It ont la musique pour ton cul
Du feu pour ton cul
Du feu pour ton cul
Ce mec Celly Cel a du feu pour ton cul
[COUPLET 2]

Thématique La rue

Style Rap US

Keywords Bay Area, West coast

Entités normées Celly Cel, E-40