On Heat

Lyrics

[Verse 1] If you don't who I am, I'ma tell ya S Dog from Yorkshire Well-known charva Rip through estate with the boys on drama Robbed every plug in the ends, so I'm in for the karma I couldn't give fuck who's harder Man a chat their shit, but you land and they scarpa S D-O-to the-G, I'm the Yorkshire's major For my daughter and paper, Corey's out for a hater Me and Toddla T on a track, it's danger Rep for the up north Rangers, boom [Chorus] Colour code from my head to my toes, look neat Get a glimpse of a grow like a dog on heat Got my TNs tied on my feet, I'm out for the meat Link ya gyal, get back to the yard and we beat Tanned legs, white toes and I'm down for the meat, yo (Rhythm's gonna get ya, rhythm's gonna get ya) [Verse 2] Man lean and bop to the stage Get paid for the dance in the rave There were days when I couldn't afford a shave But I'm up and I'm living some ways, it's a madness I remember them days, me and Kutz in choreys Shottys on trains, no stories My life is a madness, it's far from boring Every MC with the same old story, I feel like snoring My girl, what you smoking on? Come vibe, think we'll get along But if the blue lights, flash then ya better hold on 'Cause the traction's off and we're gone Drive like I stole it, high-speed bends, I can hold it Three-three-five on balloons, yeah, I rolled it Sirens sound and I smoke it Feds can't drive once I croke it, boom [Chorus] Colour code from my head to my toes, look neat Get a glimpse of a grow like a dog on heat Got my TNs tied on my feet, I'm out for the meat Link ya gyal, get back to the yard and we beat Tanned legs, white toes and I'm down for the meat, yo (Rhythm's gonna get ya, rhythm's gonna get ya) [Verse 3] Man wanna chat about me, man need to raise their P They ain't levels like S D-O-to the-G I was born in BFD, then I moved to a town called Cas Where nittys get gassed, man who do well get grassed Night vibers get glassed I'm Yorkshire's rep, front of the line, not last, yo VIP pass in the clubs, walk straight past, living my life real fast But man are not Ricky, few situations got real sticky Selection of gyal, I'm picky, cash for the work, no ticky Sharp like a flicky, face of the city I don't need nobody's pity When I stand on stage, yeah, you know shit's litty, boom [Chorus] Colour code from my head to my toes, look neat Get a glimpse of a grow like a dog on heat Got my TNs tied on my feet, I'm out for the meat Link ya gyal, get back to the yard and we beat Tanned legs, white toes and I'm down for the meat, yo (Rhythm's gonna get ya, rhythm's gonna get ya) Colour code from my head to my toes, look neat Get a glimpse of a grow like a dog on heat Got my TNs tied on my feet, I'm out for the meat Link ya gyal, get back to the yard and we beat Tanned legs, white toes and I'm down for the meat, yo (Rhythm's gonna get ya, rhythm's gonna get ya)