Artist: Lateef and Lyrics Born
Album: Latyrx
Song: Burning Hot in Cali on a Saturday Night
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 f** is X? / he's supposed ta had been
Here an hour ago / sh**, 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 sh** 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 sh**, 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 sh** 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 co*kpit, / 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 muthaf**as hemorrhages