me strength to this day. What befalls us in the heat of the night? What befalls us in the heat of the night? In the heat of the night But love deceived
翻訳: ダイヤモンドヘッド. 夜のヒート.
翻訳: ダイヤモンドヘッド. 夜の熱.
friends, they hope the shit ends They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock Cubans with diamonds in ?em But
Now you're nowhere to be found. 'call you up at midnight sometimes, I must admit, when I find you're not at home. My head heats up like a furnace, My
we all wit one page Think alike, A, B alike, C alike The proper knowledge is needed Wit' Satan off my back, I'm at peace at night No more cops, no
on me I'm like a diamond homey (yeah), yo... So many eulogies we heard, usually leads to the urb' Ease the nerve, but I believe in readin the word Takin head
me where, have I seen you somewhere before) (Was it in a dream?) Palms up nigga, palms up nigga Head down nigga, head down nigga (When an angel closed
Woke up, early in the mornin' Didn't even brush my teeth I grabbed heat, bust the frontal leaf Then roll up, some sweets That they was on since yesterday night
daylight, woke up, early in mornin' Gettin' even breaths, my team'll grab heat Bust the fonta leaf, then roll up, some Sweets They was on since yesterday night
' it right And we havin' a party, later tonight Like Phil Collins said in, "The Heat Of The Night" 'Cause Cam rocks the party all night long 'Til when
heatting bags, reminiscing the L.A. and the Bonnie, Take it back they gave my n-gger life without parole, he didn't stay I can't spend night without the
in the heat of the cipher, I was not liable For all the casualties of the dutty MCs' I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea Get it in ya head
a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) [Game] Boom, guess who stepped in the room Draped in black diamonds
when I talk, nigga, don't trip Yo', heat in the car, mine's in this, bitch I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on And my diamonds, my
808 Did you know I'm thinking of you everyday? Is it wrong, is it wrong, is it wrong? Is it too loud now? Is it shaking up your clothes? From your head
my success I can blame 'em Trust me In my word to The street I'm servin' Up heat The reason these haters all love me [Verse 2: Nasty Boi] Hella good night
