歌曲 | Burning Hot in Cali on a Saturday Night |
歌手 | Latyrx |
专辑 | The Album |
作词 : Daumont, Mosley, Parker ... | |
(feat. The Gift Of Gab) | |
[Lateef:] | |
I just | |
Jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler | |
Let the water wash over my soul from thinker to toe | |
Take a leak and then I lean over the sink brushing the teeth | |
And now I'm in full swing of the morning ritual | |
Mumbling the whole rhyme and re-rehearsing my lines | |
Hummin' tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready | |
Steady as a photo through the course of time | |
Then I pick out a fit of the proper design | |
I'm dipped fresh like pine yall | |
That's just in case I get any vaginal | |
Action in the place | |
Gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the flavor | |
I double check and make sure the family got the date | |
The where, when, and how, everthing checked out | |
Super-tight within the SoleSides circle of power | |
But now, where the fuck is X? | |
He's supposed ta had been here an hour ago | |
Shit, no trip, I kick a dope freestyle though | |
Take a moment out and give praise and thanks | |
And I'm thinking 'bout how the Quannum gone have the shit crankin' | |
In a minute no gimmicks, just hyped from the start to finish | |
Wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin' up. | |
[1st Chorus: Lateef and The Gift Of Gab] | |
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah hella times | |
[The Gift Of Gab:] | |
I went to sleep last night watching showtime at the Apollo | |
Like a youngun on the night before Xmas watching the stockings | |
Go 'round in a dingling and dance over their heads | |
Although it wasn't Xmas stockings it was microphones instead | |
Above my headrest. | |
Woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called Jeff | |
Just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was ex-cellent, definately we'll bless this, | |
Venue tonight allright, I gotta get hyped, midnight is when we go on... | |
Go through my lines a couple of times | |
Just to make sure they're sounding tight. | |
Had some clothes to wash, I threw 'um in the washing cycle | |
Blew my nose and flossed and brushed. | |
Jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed | |
I'm on some NFL sike shit, they'll bear witness. | |
I'm leaving sound check a mess at six, I give a call to X, | |
"man let's get to rounding up the caravan." | |
It's a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn | |
Is blowin Lyrics Born and Lateef are already in the car with Chief | |
And we about to strike tonight, shine like litebrights, | |
Quite the hype type, Quannum is that abominable shit you like | |
Your listening pleasure | |
I hope they treasure | |
The endeavor | |
Like something they never | |
Saw or will ever | |
See together | |
That was so clever and write me letters | |
Sayin' their head hurts | |
From the pressure | |
On their mental, although they felt as though they left a better person! | |
[2nd Chorus: Lateef, The Gift Of Gab and Lyrics Born:] | |
More and more yeahs and stuff like that | |
[Lyrics Born:] | |
Oh if you only knew how it feels doin' shows on the road or at home with your crew, | |
In the brown Jetta, | |
Due for the sound check soon, | |
Townsend had fell through, DNA Lounge? | |
Oooh god, I feel sorry for that poor retard, | |
Whose gonna coordinate reordering the parts, | |
When the SoleSides guys bogart the stage, | |
They got no regard, | |
The place is torn apart! | |
That's the mindset going over the bridge, | |
Average speed we did was about seven-fifth, | |
We was led by a Saturday night western wind flowing through the cockpit, | |
We're ready for soundcheck--or the gig, | |
Whichever begins first it doesn't matter, | |
Dinner is dessert, and hors d'oveures , and it serves amateurs, | |
And at first Xcel sets up the SL 12 huns, | |
And we've huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each, | |
X cues the records and a couple heavy mettlers set up, | |
Three bottles of effervescent beverages, | |
And the end is eminent and Quannum's in the house, | |
We 'bout to give you muthafuckas hemorrhages. |
zuò cí : Daumont, Mosley, Parker ... | |
feat. The Gift Of Gab | |
Lateef: | |
I just | |
Jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler | |
Let the water wash over my soul from thinker to toe | |
Take a leak and then I lean over the sink brushing the teeth | |
And now I' m in full swing of the morning ritual | |
Mumbling the whole rhyme and rerehearsing my lines | |
Hummin' tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready | |
Steady as a photo through the course of time | |
Then I pick out a fit of the proper design | |
I' m dipped fresh like pine yall | |
That' s just in case I get any vaginal | |
Action in the place | |
Gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the flavor | |
I double check and make sure the family got the date | |
The where, when, and how, everthing checked out | |
Supertight within the SoleSides circle of power | |
But now, where the fuck is X? | |
He' s supposed ta had been here an hour ago | |
Shit, no trip, I kick a dope freestyle though | |
Take a moment out and give praise and thanks | |
And I' m thinking ' bout how the Quannum gone have the shit crankin' | |
In a minute no gimmicks, just hyped from the start to finish | |
Wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin' up. | |
[1st Chorus: Lateef and The Gift Of Gab] | |
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah hella times | |
The Gift Of Gab: | |
I went to sleep last night watching showtime at the Apollo | |
Like a youngun on the night before Xmas watching the stockings | |
Go ' round in a dingling and dance over their heads | |
Although it wasn' t Xmas stockings it was microphones instead | |
Above my headrest. | |
Woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called Jeff | |
Just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was excellent, definately we' ll bless this, | |
Venue tonight allright, I gotta get hyped, midnight is when we go on... | |
Go through my lines a couple of times | |
Just to make sure they' re sounding tight. | |
Had some clothes to wash, I threw ' um in the washing cycle | |
Blew my nose and flossed and brushed. | |
Jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed | |
I' m on some NFL sike shit, they' ll bear witness. | |
I' m leaving sound check a mess at six, I give a call to X, | |
" man let' s get to rounding up the caravan." | |
It' s a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn | |
Is blowin Lyrics Born and Lateef are already in the car with Chief | |
And we about to strike tonight, shine like litebrights, | |
Quite the hype type, Quannum is that abominable shit you like | |
Your listening pleasure | |
I hope they treasure | |
The endeavor | |
Like something they never | |
Saw or will ever | |
See together | |
That was so clever and write me letters | |
Sayin' their head hurts | |
From the pressure | |
On their mental, although they felt as though they left a better person! | |
[2nd Chorus: Lateef, The Gift Of Gab and Lyrics Born:] | |
More and more yeahs and stuff like that | |
Lyrics Born: | |
Oh if you only knew how it feels doin' shows on the road or at home with your crew, | |
In the brown Jetta, | |
Due for the sound check soon, | |
Townsend had fell through, DNA Lounge? | |
Oooh god, I feel sorry for that poor retard, | |
Whose gonna coordinate reordering the parts, | |
When the SoleSides guys bogart the stage, | |
They got no regard, | |
The place is torn apart! | |
That' s the mindset going over the bridge, | |
Average speed we did was about sevenfifth, | |
We was led by a Saturday night western wind flowing through the cockpit, | |
We' re ready for soundcheckor the gig, | |
Whichever begins first it doesn' t matter, | |
Dinner is dessert, and hors d' oveures , and it serves amateurs, | |
And at first Xcel sets up the SL 12 huns, | |
And we' ve huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each, | |
X cues the records and a couple heavy mettlers set up, | |
Three bottles of effervescent beverages, | |
And the end is eminent and Quannum' s in the house, | |
We ' bout to give you muthafuckas hemorrhages. |