Hot bars (featuring slug) Lyrics
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Hot bars (featuring slug) Lyricsby Murs Buy album CD: Other Songs 1 - T (Chorus: Slug and Murs) I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood So what you don't like us? Your girl probably would... [Slug] Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute While I look across the sky for a limit Come and get it, I'ma ride this rollercoaster 'til the wheels fall off And I'ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft [Murs] Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time On land, on air, on mics and on sea Let it all just be, good times on me It's California, fool, flyest breezies in the world And we can roll up a bleezy that'll make your toes curl [Slug] and it goes Puff Puff Pass So you can kiss my ass Oh you didn't know? You must have missed the class [Murs] It's sunshine, one-time, MC's with punchlines Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the frontline [Slug] and tell em all to make some ruckus For the fuckers in the clutches And the soldiers in the trenches And the wenches on the guest list Call Heaven, tell them "Got a situation Murs and Se7en came to breakfast And they left with all the bacon..." (Chorus 2X) [Murs] We be the first dudes putting treasure over beats Every measure be complete to make sure it's buried deep Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep So even if you diggin' what another rapper sayin He can't break the seal so our music keeps playin Living Legends, Rhymesayin so I know yall been waitin So I open up the gate and, Slug made his way in And we pimp this production as a present for the patients [Slug] Just—Jump back, kiss yourself And thank your God for your breath and your health Life is short and all days, surprise Keep your nose clean, open your ears and your eyes [Murs] Call me Mr. President for short, a credit to the sport Incredible in court, an indelible source An immeasurable force, the strength of her force And I'm pushin metaphors just to better y'all course [Slug] Here, vision is blurry, living in a hurry No worries, you can call me Chicken Little Curry Keep the channel spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey And watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me Here we go, Mr. Quiet Storm Break down, take apart your heart and redesign the form Tried to warn 'em, nobody heeded So we succeeded at feedin these sheep what the party needed (Chorus 2X) [Slug] But baby, I'm only boarding 21 and higher You're kind of young, you should settle down, tiger Take a little time to, reweave the fiber Reach for tomorrow and let me borrow your lighter [Murs] Yeah, I freestyled with him-- and him too But they still haven't gone through what I been through Excuse me, what we've been through Meaning me and you, see I'm just like you Except I rock the mic and you work at a dot com Or maybe you're a critic Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn't matter Cause I'm still Murs and you're still bitter and This is my verse and I'm talking to my listeners [Slug] So if you're Sleepless in Seattle Disturbed in Pittsburgh Lost it in Austin Ann Arbor firestarted Fuck me, Kentucky You got me, Millwaukee And the devil wore jeans in New Orleans From Los Angeles – to Minneapolis – We want to thank all of yall for havin us Make it pleasure, make it sting Whatever the way you swing From the A to the Zing I would never change a thing [Murs] R.I.P. Bigga B, Rob O-N-E Says Unity and "Fly ID" Wouldn't be here without them So the love flows free I wouldn't be here without them So the love flows free
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