Burning Hot in Cali on a Saturday Night - Latyrx

I just

Jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler

Let the water wash over my soul from thinker to toe

Take a leak and then I lean over the sink brushing the teeth

And now I’m in full swing of the morning ritual

Mumbling the whole rhyme and re-rehearsing my lines

Hummin' tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready

Steady as a photo through the course of time

Then I pick out a fit of the proper design

I’m dipped fresh like pine yall

That’s just in case I get any vaginal

Action in the place

Gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the flavor

I double check and make sure the family got the date

The where, when, and how, everthing checked out

Super-tight within the SoleSides circle of power

But now, where the fuck is X?

He’s supposed ta had been here an hour ago

Shit, no trip, I kick a dope freestyle though

Take a moment out and give praise and thanks

And I’m thinking 'bout how the Quannum gone have the shit crankin'

In a minute no gimmicks, just hyped from the start to finish

Wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin' up

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah hella times

I went to sleep last night watching showtime at the Apollo

Like a youngun on the night before Xmas watching the stockings

Go 'round in a dingling and dance over their heads

Although it wasn’t Xmas stockings it was microphones instead

Above my headrest

Woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called Jeff

Just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was ex-cellent,

definately we’ll bless this

Venue tonight allright, I gotta get hyped, midnight is when we go on…

Go through my lines a couple of times

Just to make sure they’re sounding tight

Had some clothes to wash, I threw 'um in the washing cycle

Blew my nose and flossed and brushed

Jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed

I’m on some NFL sike shit, they’ll bear witness

I’m leaving sound check a mess at six, I give a call to X

«man let’s get to rounding up the caravan.»

It’s a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn

Is blowin Lyrics Born and Lateef are already in the car with Chief

And we about to strike tonight, shine like litebrights

Quite the hype type, Quannum is that abominable shit you like

Your listening pleasure

I hope they treasure

The endeavor

Like something they never

Saw or will ever

See together

That was so clever and write me letters

Sayin' their head hurts

From the pressure

On their mental, although they felt as though they left a better person!

Oh if you only knew how it feels doin' shows on the road or at home with your

crew

In the brown Jetta

Due for the sound check soon

Townsend had fell through, DNA Lounge?

Oooh God, I feel sorry for that poor retard

Whose gonna coordinate reordering the parts

When the SoleSides guys bogart the stage

They got no regard

The place is torn apart!

(Are you gonna absorb the cost here, motherfucker?

You fucked my shit up, pal!

You’re never gonna work in this town again!!)

That’s the mindset comin' over the bridge

Average speed we did was about seven-fifth

We was led by a Saturday night western wind flowing through the cockpit

We’re ready for soundcheck--or the gig

Whichever begins first it doesn’t matter

Dinner is dessert, and hors d’oveures, and it serves amateurs

And at first Xcel sets up the SL 12 huns

And we’ve huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each

X cues the records and a couple heavy mettlers set up

Three bottles of effervescent beverages

And the end is eminent and Quannum’s in the house

We 'bout to give you muthafuckas hemorrhages