Rolling With Heat Lyrics - The Roots

Downtown everybody move to the beat 

Uptown everybody moving the heat 

Cross town the party where both sides meet 

Eastside, Westside, there's always beef 

Downtown everybody move to the beat 

Uptown everybody moving the heat 

Cross town the party where both sides meet 

Eastside, Westside, there's always beef 

I tattoo the page with the permanent ink 

Mr. Rourke on your fantasy island 

The umbrella in your tropical drinks 

Still run it up it, liquor in your cup 

Fucking you up 

Hang over the banister 

You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain 

Ain't no love, you only love bringing hate to the game 

Taking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom 

He make music for the people, people dying to meet him 

People 

We still abuse it, while the rich is made of music 

He probably driving a Buick and be rocking Van Heusen 

G U E relevant, see how his man do it 

Fucking with niggas from Illa Fifth, see how we ran through it 

The river in the valley 

The nigga in the alley 

Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali 

The hands will fake the clapping 

You'll be collapsing 

You softer than the land on legs 

Transforming the landscape 

Like a sandstorm in the Sahara 

I am the truest nigga 

I do more shows than the roots to Carol Lewis 

Creative artist, never play the targets of game hunters 

You may want to test this product like cane smugglers 

Dis disco shit 

Popping like Crisco 

Hitting your face 

Spit in your face like pistol shit 

My style, wild like Wipple whip 

I go back like a pistol grip 

It's pro black, Kweli 

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Downtown everybody move to the beat 

Uptown everybody moving the heat 

Cross town the party where both sides meet 

Eastside, Westside, there's always beef 

Downtown everybody move to the beat 

Uptown everybody moving the heat 

Cross town the party where both sides meet 

Eastside, Westside, there's always beef 

I'm a fed like alcohol, tobacco and firearms 

Willy Gank, spit the killer Dank Dialogue 

Pyro maniac like Dr. Molotov 

I knock the bottle off 

And knock the model off 

Gots some non believers here 

Some how I'll save y'all 

Or stop y'all worries, you makin' me vexed 

Hit up Gekko, this ain't got gold correct 

I'll fuck around and hit your body like? 

'Cuz you a toy not a soldier yet 

You better hold your neck 

You dick smokers get no respect 

With the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks 

Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks 

'Cuz them crews don't stop them shots 

It's so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watch 

I'm from the South side of Philly, it's known to get gruesome 

Heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them 

Heavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them 

They may as well pay, schmuck 

ducing the B to LA see me the King splitter 

Then analyze this dime, the main thing glitter 

Then analyze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitter 

Gangster, valid dick torian, graduate of I dare you 

If you are paper thin I'm a tear you 

I'm a come take care of you put a part in your hairdo 

You barking like I'm a starting to scare you 

But speak up like a man nigga so your body guards can hear you 

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Downtown everybody move to the beat 

Uptown everybody moving the heat 

Cross town the party where both sides meet 

Eastside, Westside, there's always beef 

Downtown everybody move to the beat 

Uptown everybody moving the heat 

Cross town the party where both sides meet 

Eastside, Westside, there's always beef