Текст песни HEAT STICK - Shoreline Mafia

(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)
(D-Diego)

I got 30 bands on me and the - up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the - gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, - trip-trip on me, I bet his head pop
He looked up, all he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick
Freak - toxic, I - her, then I blocked it
N- tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'

You ain't choosin', then you losin', baby, get with me
I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky
Get to knockin' on them - like the mailman
I failed math class, but ran it up, I got hella bands
Now you see me, now you don't, -, I'm John Cena
But we ain't with that wrestlin', you know we pop demons
If we ain't talkin' 'bout some money, then I'm not speakin'
Don't check me, check the - 'cause the thot creepin'

We finna get up on they -, not even
Boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin'
I told her, "-, don't you spit it," she got all -
Her ex- was a nerd, I'm a whole creature
Get a chopper, hold a broom, that's a street sweeper
He ain't really in that water, he a knee deeper (yeah, yeah)
Know lil' brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker (yeah, yeah)
I need 20 bands cash (yeah, yeah), ain't no free features

As I look at my wrist, it's about that time
But if I look too long, then I might go blind
I got ten bad - pullin' up at nine
Should we - at Fenix crib, or should we - at mine?
We gon' split 'em down that middle, I get five, you get five
Then we switch 'em in a little, I get yours, you get mine
I done told you 'bout your bag, I got yours, you got mine
Know we keep them straps, I got 40, you got nine

Ay, light-skin, dark-skin, vanilla and chocolate
Slim thick, thick slim, I got all the options
Your number one pick ain't even in my top ten
B- in the valley, got a - off of Slauson
Hop out, walk in, get paid, clock in
Open their - while I put my - in
I ain't turnin' down -, I'm on nonsense
Grew up on Western, I was born on Bronson

I got 30 bands on me and the - up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the - gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, - trip-trip on me, I bet his head pop
He looked up, all he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick
Freak - toxic, I - her, then I blocked it
N- tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'