Take The Heat lyrics

by

Redman


[Intro: [?]]
Spinning the b-b-beats for the streets
It's the Bomb Squad DJ
We getting you crunk right now
Get down or lay down
Take it like a motha f*ckin' man

[Chorus: [?]]
He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet
Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough
Mr. Pack Your sh*t, Mr. Do It To Me Rough
Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Fast women and fast cars
A razor blade instead of a tongue, my game sharp
We major leaguers, minor leaguers, get out the park
b*tches, that wanna back talk, get out and walk
I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim
Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing
Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing, never trifling
And I ain't never met a piece of pus*y I ain't liking
I'm too piping, hot, front, you get got, kid
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
[Chorus: [?]]
He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet
Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough
Mr. Pack Your sh*t, Mr. Do It To Me Rough
Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down, or get out the way
I'm a live round, shot to your head by Doc Dre
Ain't too long, ya'll gon' live on consignment and not pay
This is everyday, life of the kid, f*ck who it is
I'm gon' live like a true bad boy, and do it big
And I could take it, it's just as good as I get
And ya'll ain't gotta ask, dead rapper your ass, kid
Who anti-everything, ya'll n*ggas is for
Who eat up everything on his plate, then eat yours
Ain't got no table manners at all, I'm off the wall
Like I'm MJ, j*rking myself, scream at your frog
And b*tches wanna give us the drawers, cuz who we are
The same b*tch'll sugared your tank and key your car
The life of a player and pimp, who every dollar, tax exempt
pus*y paying the rent, now who I'm is?
[Chorus: [?]]
He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet
Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough
Mr. Pack Your sh*t, Mr. Do It To Me Rough
Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy


[Verse 3: [?]]
Oh I'm a bad boy, fast cars, hot women
The lifestyle, accustomed to winning
b*tch, your chrome is spinning, tinted windows
But still, you're jailed from the head bopping gangsta lean
You'se a bad boy, champagne, diamond studded events
Red carpet rollout, pulling up in a Bent'
And the crowd, they taking pictures
It's hard to tell, if a flash went off
Or you was blinded by the riches
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