Heat - Madlib

Ayo, what’s niggas keep rollin like cars are stolen, holding heat

Folding meat to the back of your head, the whole world sleeps

While we dropping beats and lyrics, our own techniques

Suckas standing mad in the back, cause they don’t get freaks

Some of these rappers looking like they got high heels on

Lipstick and makeup, laced-up thong

We keep it raw like sex with baby moms

Madlib, Talib getting the gravy on

Shit’s kinda refreshing like bottles of Evian

(Don't even know) Don’t even know what day we on

24 hours a day hittin' the hazy bong

(Dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, dom)

(Heat) The raw addict, (Heat) dropping static

(Heat) Changing… changing the sound (Heat)

When it goes around addict drop static like James Brown

It goes around, round and round…

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

HEAT, HEAT

HEAT, HEAT

HEAT, HEAT

Coming through with my niggas like we own the city

And dropping nitty gritty while you niggas coming shitty

(Doing it right) with a chick while she looking pretty

Niggas mad cos I’m in the hitting kitten committee

Sipping on Henny checking out the beat blast

My nigga Med roll the blunt with a twist of hash

Like a drug dealer, all I want to see is cash

(Nah, don’t do me no favors, all I wanna see is my cash)

Keep the heat locked even when the beat knock

Leave a deep shock, make a nigga sleepwalk

Out to lunch, Madlib hit like a championship punch

To the head, speakers smashed to the red, leaving ash

Getting cake up, nigga better wake up

(Nigga, say what?) Y’all niggas better wake up

Get your weight ups with the dollar bench press

Take your one step while I take my ten steps

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

(Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT

HEAT, HEAT

HEAT