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Mac Dre

Heat & Head

 

Heat & Head

(album: Da U.S. Open - 2005)


[Intro: Mac Dre]
Ooh, flame on, Johnny
It's getting hot up in here
Baby, yeah, you need to take off all your clothes
It's getting hot up in here
Flame on, Johnny, ha

[Chorus: Mac Dre]
H-E-A-T, H-E-A-T
H-E-A-T, H-E-A-T

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I used to do dumb shit so OGs would give me coins
Back in the days of finger waves and grimmy joints
One nigga, stupid doo doo dumb nigga
False ID to the police, always on the run, nigga
In and out of jail like a fucking alcoholic
I was doing my thug thang, or whatever you wanna call it
Now I'm off the toilet, shitting on everything
You niggas can't spoil it, I'm hitting my Mary Jane
I stack that, I'm strapped with a fat gat
Ready to clap clap; any function, I'm at that
Security don't search me 'cause I'm VIP
Got my S-T-R-A-P, be everywhere I be, heat

[Chorus: Mac Mall]
H-E-A-D, H-E-A-D
H-E-A-D, H-E-A-D

[Verse 2: Mac Mall]
Baby boo got the soup coolers to do pornographic manuevers
Super duper head doctor, dame got degrees to prove it
I never had to beg, sometimes she flash, zip down my pants
And straight slob me down in public like it's nothing
Don't have to be alone for her to give me dome
Chassis blew me in the movies, third seat, tenth row
I got a fetish for broads who give atomic bomb headers
And if I fuck with your breez', believe that she did it
So peace to the hoes down with fellatio
Middle finger for the weak tramps who don't swallow
But this freak I'm working with, she treat my cum like it's gold
And every time I explode, the chick slurping the load

[Outro: Mac Mall]
Whoa, blow on, breezy; blow on, breezy
Don't stop, don't quit, go 'head, use your spit
Little mama got the bomb, bomb head
Don't stop, don't quit, go 'head, use your spit
I knew you was a southjaw, headers of the century
I mean, ostrich neck, uh
She's like a jizm magician
Don't stop, don't quit, go 'head, use your spit
(Blow on, breezy; blow on, breezy)
Don't stop, don't quit, go 'head, use your spit, bitch
Yeah, I was considering first class tickets to Boston
But instead we going to Jawmaica on a red eye

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