Madlib - Heat lyrics

I'm buzzing, who gives a sh**? (lol) [Verse 1] Aiyyo these n***as keep rollin like cars are stolen Holding heat, folding meat to the back of your head The whole world sleeps While we dropping beats and lyrics, our own techniques s**as standing mad in the back, cause they don't get freaks Some of these rappers look like they got high heels on Lipstick and makeup, laced-up thong We keep it raw like s** with baby moms Madlib, Talib getting the gravy on sh**'s kinda refreshing like bottles of Evian Don't even know what day we on 24 hours a day hittin the hazy bong (Heat) The raw addict, (Heat) dropping static (Heat) Changing - Changing the sound (Heat) When it goes around addict drop static like James Brown It goes around - round and round... [Chorus] HEAT (Turn it up) HEAT (Turn it up) x 8 [Verse 2] Coming through with my n***as like we own the city And dropping nitty gritty while you n***as coming sh**ty (Doing it right) with a chick while she looking pretty n***as mad since I'm in the hitting kitten committee Sipping on the henny checking out the beat blast My n***a Med roll the blunt with a twist of hash Like a drug dealer all I want to see is cash (Nah, don't do me no favors, all I wanna see is my cash) Keep the heat locked even when the beat knock Leave a deep shock, make a n***a sleepwalk Out to lunch, Madlib hit like a championship punch To the head, speakers smashed to the red, leaving ash Getting cake up, n***a better wake up (n***a say what?) Ya'll n***as better wake up Get your weight ups with the dollar bench press Take your one step while I take my ten steps [Chorus]