paroles de chanson 90 Degrees - Harry Mack

Summer Time, its 90 million degrees outside
In beautiful sunny Los Angeles
And we high off the cannabis
THC's and CBD's and all kinds o' trees
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

We lace the funky break with the one shot
I lace the track with lyrics juicy as a kumquat
And when I'm rhymin' I be shining like a sun spot
And everybody wondering yo when's it gone stop (nah)
We gon' keep on, we keep the beat strong
We like at summer they get mellow yeah the heat strong
Homie I be hitting like 90 degrees, blowin' trees
CBD's and them THC's, got what you need come on
Live feed I just rhyme off the tip
Turn it up another level, let my microphone clip, fuck it
Distortion
I break them with more than a portion
And over these tracks I be scorching
My styles are orphan, no father
I led 'em to the slaughter
They wanna get with Mack and
Wonderin' why do they bother
I told you my flow liquid
I only spit the water
Holla at your mother and your wifey
And your daughter (it's the Mack yo)

So turn it up
Yo know they love it when its rattling the trunk
I better turn this up
We got the sub-woofer just to make it thump
I better turn this up
We in the studio but crumbling the skunk
We bout to burn this up
We got the shit to make your grandma jump

Dig in my heart and I find gold (yeah)
So y'all don't see me with the blindfold, (uh)
So how much knowledge could my mind hold (uh)
I'm charging rappers like a rhino
That shit is final, press it to vinyl
And make it known you know the shit we spit official
Ey yo I hit ya like a missile don't need pistol
Because my mind is the night it shine prime
Every time I put these lines into rhymes
We make it happen
Its ancient stone kinda like a pharaohs head
Ey yo my flow is water kinda like some arrowhead
My lyrics cold like Ice in a Hennessy cup
Smoking sativa keep my energy up
I'm staying lifted, gifted that's the reason I'm rapping
And I'm like the claw of a crab the way I be snapping
Mack, taking action getting down with the buzz
We in the lab and we cooked up the sounds that you love

So turn it up
Yo know they love it when its rattling the trunk
I better turn this up
We got the sub-woofer just to make it thump
I better turn this up
We in the studio but crumbling the skunk
We bout to burn this up
We got the shit to make your grandma jump

Yeah, Yeah
Check the way I got everybody rapping along
Writing classic records while I'm packing the bong
They dig the way my vocal chords is smacking the song
Y'all are now in tune to H Mack in the don
I'm a king in this thing when I bring the insane flows
Clear out my system like drain, no with volcano
And vaporise, in the end of me that's near me
Turn it up a couple that's a bulls and let them hear me
We bumpin the trunk through the summer
Can't hang with this well that shit's a bummer
You shoulda got into it when you had the chance
Coz we got the shit they play it at the function
And the people wanna dance
So we gon' go an take a chance
I'm really spittin shit advanced right off the tip
Ey yo the mic in palm it never slip
Hold it tightly, rappers wanna fight me
Y'all be practising on the yearly we do this nightly

So turn it up
Yo know they love it when its rattling the trunk
I better turn this up
We got the sub-woofer just to make it thump
I better turn this up
We in the studio but crumbling the skunk
We bout to burn this up
We got the shit to make your grandma jump

So turn it up
Yo know they love it when its rattling the trunk
I better turn this up
We got the sub-woofer just to make it thump
I better turn this up
We in the studio but crumbling the skunk
We bout to burn this up
We got the shit to make your grandma jump