Hot Bars Lyrics
| Song | Hot Bars |
| Artist | Felt |
| Album | A Tribute To Christina Ricci |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Chorus: Slug and Murs) | |
| I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars | |
| I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars | |
| I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood | |
| So what you don't like us? | |
| Your girl probably would... | |
| [Slug] | |
| Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A | |
| In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface | |
| Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute | |
| While I look across the sky for a limit | |
| Come and get it, I'ma ride this rollercoaster 'til the wheels fall off | |
| And I'ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft | |
| [Murs] | |
| Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind | |
| Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time | |
| On land, on air, on mics and on sea | |
| Let it all just be, good times on me | |
| It's California, fool, flyest breezies in the world | |
| And we can roll up a bleezy that'll make your toes curl | |
| [Slug] | |
| and it goes Puff Puff Pass | |
| So you can kiss my ass | |
| Oh you didn't know? | |
| You must have missed the class | |
| [Murs] | |
| It's sunshine, one-time, MC's with punchlines | |
| Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the frontline | |
| [Slug] | |
| and tell em all to make some ruckus | |
| For the fuckers in the clutches | |
| And the soldiers in the trenches | |
| And the wenches on the guest list | |
| Call Heaven, tell them "Got a situation | |
| Murs and Se7en came to breakfast | |
| And they left with all the bacon..." | |
| (Chorus 2X) | |
| [Murs] | |
| We be the first dudes putting treasure over beats | |
| Every measure be complete to make sure it's buried deep | |
| Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep | |
| So even if you diggin' what another rapper sayin | |
| He can't break the seal so our music keeps playin | |
| Living Legends, Rhymesayin so I know yall been waitin | |
| So I open up the gate and, Slug made his way in | |
| And we pimp this production as a present for the patients | |
| [Slug] | |
| Just—Jump back, kiss yourself | |
| And thank your God for your breath and your health | |
| Life is short and all days, surprise | |
| Keep your nose clean, open your ears and your eyes | |
| [Murs] | |
| Call me Mr. President for short, a credit to the sport | |
| Incredible in court, an indelible source | |
| An immeasurable force, the strength of her force | |
| And I'm pushin metaphors just to better y'all course | |
| [Slug] | |
| Here, vision is blurry, living in a hurry | |
| No worries, you can call me Chicken Little Curry | |
| Keep the channel spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey | |
| And watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me | |
| Here we go, Mr. Quiet Storm | |
| Break down, take apart your heart and redesign the form | |
| Tried to warn 'em, nobody heeded | |
| So we succeeded at feedin these sheep what the party needed | |
| (Chorus 2X) | |
| [Slug] | |
| But baby, I'm only boarding 21 and higher | |
| You're kind of young, you should settle down, tiger | |
| Take a little time to, reweave the fiber | |
| Reach for tomorrow and let me borrow your lighter | |
| [Murs] | |
| Yeah, I freestyled with him-- and him too | |
| But they still haven't gone through what I been through | |
| Excuse me, what we've been through | |
| Meaning me and you, see I'm just like you | |
| Except I rock the mic and you work at a dot com | |
| Or maybe you're a critic | |
| Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn't matter | |
| Cause I'm still Murs and you're still bitter and | |
| This is my verse and I'm talking to my listeners | |
| [Slug] | |
| So if you're Sleepless in Seattle | |
| Disturbed in Pittsburgh | |
| Lost it in Austin | |
| Ann Arbor firestarted | |
| Fuck me, Kentucky | |
| You got me, Millwaukee | |
| And the devil wore jeans in New Orleans | |
| From Los Angeles – to Minneapolis – | |
| We want to thank all of yall for havin us | |
| Make it pleasure, make it sting | |
| Whatever the way you swing | |
| From the A to the Zing | |
| I would never change a thing | |
| [Murs] | |
| R.I.P. Bigga B, Rob O-N-E | |
| Says Unity and "Fly ID" | |
| Wouldn't be here without them | |
| So the love flows free | |
| I wouldn't be here without them | |
| So the love flows free |
| Chorus: Slug and Murs | |
| I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars | |
| I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars | |
| I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood | |
| So what you don' t like us? | |
| Your girl probably would... | |
| Slug | |
| Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A | |
| In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface | |
| Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute | |
| While I look across the sky for a limit | |
| Come and get it, I' ma ride this rollercoaster ' til the wheels fall off | |
| And I' ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft | |
| Murs | |
| Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind | |
| Selfmade motherfucker that' s enjoying his time | |
| On land, on air, on mics and on sea | |
| Let it all just be, good times on me | |
| It' s California, fool, flyest breezies in the world | |
| And we can roll up a bleezy that' ll make your toes curl | |
| Slug | |
| and it goes Puff Puff Pass | |
| So you can kiss my ass | |
| Oh you didn' t know? | |
| You must have missed the class | |
| Murs | |
| It' s sunshine, onetime, MC' s with punchlines | |
| Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the frontline | |
| Slug | |
| and tell em all to make some ruckus | |
| For the fuckers in the clutches | |
| And the soldiers in the trenches | |
| And the wenches on the guest list | |
| Call Heaven, tell them " Got a situation | |
| Murs and Se7en came to breakfast | |
| And they left with all the bacon..." | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Murs | |
| We be the first dudes putting treasure over beats | |
| Every measure be complete to make sure it' s buried deep | |
| Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep | |
| So even if you diggin' what another rapper sayin | |
| He can' t break the seal so our music keeps playin | |
| Living Legends, Rhymesayin so I know yall been waitin | |
| So I open up the gate and, Slug made his way in | |
| And we pimp this production as a present for the patients | |
| Slug | |
| Just Jump back, kiss yourself | |
| And thank your God for your breath and your health | |
| Life is short and all days, surprise | |
| Keep your nose clean, open your ears and your eyes | |
| Murs | |
| Call me Mr. President for short, a credit to the sport | |
| Incredible in court, an indelible source | |
| An immeasurable force, the strength of her force | |
| And I' m pushin metaphors just to better y' all course | |
| Slug | |
| Here, vision is blurry, living in a hurry | |
| No worries, you can call me Chicken Little Curry | |
| Keep the channel spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey | |
| And watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me | |
| Here we go, Mr. Quiet Storm | |
| Break down, take apart your heart and redesign the form | |
| Tried to warn ' em, nobody heeded | |
| So we succeeded at feedin these sheep what the party needed | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Slug | |
| But baby, I' m only boarding 21 and higher | |
| You' re kind of young, you should settle down, tiger | |
| Take a little time to, reweave the fiber | |
| Reach for tomorrow and let me borrow your lighter | |
| Murs | |
| Yeah, I freestyled with him and him too | |
| But they still haven' t gone through what I been through | |
| Excuse me, what we' ve been through | |
| Meaning me and you, see I' m just like you | |
| Except I rock the mic and you work at a dot com | |
| Or maybe you' re a critic | |
| Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn' t matter | |
| Cause I' m still Murs and you' re still bitter and | |
| This is my verse and I' m talking to my listeners | |
| Slug | |
| So if you' re Sleepless in Seattle | |
| Disturbed in Pittsburgh | |
| Lost it in Austin | |
| Ann Arbor firestarted | |
| Fuck me, Kentucky | |
| You got me, Millwaukee | |
| And the devil wore jeans in New Orleans | |
| From Los Angeles to Minneapolis | |
| We want to thank all of yall for havin us | |
| Make it pleasure, make it sting | |
| Whatever the way you swing | |
| From the A to the Zing | |
| I would never change a thing | |
| Murs | |
| R. I. P. Bigga B, Rob ONE | |
| Says Unity and " Fly ID" | |
| Wouldn' t be here without them | |
| So the love flows free | |
| I wouldn' t be here without them | |
| So the love flows free |
| Chorus: Slug and Murs | |
| I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars | |
| I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars | |
| I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood | |
| So what you don' t like us? | |
| Your girl probably would... | |
| Slug | |
| Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A | |
| In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface | |
| Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute | |
| While I look across the sky for a limit | |
| Come and get it, I' ma ride this rollercoaster ' til the wheels fall off | |
| And I' ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft | |
| Murs | |
| Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind | |
| Selfmade motherfucker that' s enjoying his time | |
| On land, on air, on mics and on sea | |
| Let it all just be, good times on me | |
| It' s California, fool, flyest breezies in the world | |
| And we can roll up a bleezy that' ll make your toes curl | |
| Slug | |
| and it goes Puff Puff Pass | |
| So you can kiss my ass | |
| Oh you didn' t know? | |
| You must have missed the class | |
| Murs | |
| It' s sunshine, onetime, MC' s with punchlines | |
| Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the frontline | |
| Slug | |
| and tell em all to make some ruckus | |
| For the fuckers in the clutches | |
| And the soldiers in the trenches | |
| And the wenches on the guest list | |
| Call Heaven, tell them " Got a situation | |
| Murs and Se7en came to breakfast | |
| And they left with all the bacon..." | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Murs | |
| We be the first dudes putting treasure over beats | |
| Every measure be complete to make sure it' s buried deep | |
| Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep | |
| So even if you diggin' what another rapper sayin | |
| He can' t break the seal so our music keeps playin | |
| Living Legends, Rhymesayin so I know yall been waitin | |
| So I open up the gate and, Slug made his way in | |
| And we pimp this production as a present for the patients | |
| Slug | |
| Just Jump back, kiss yourself | |
| And thank your God for your breath and your health | |
| Life is short and all days, surprise | |
| Keep your nose clean, open your ears and your eyes | |
| Murs | |
| Call me Mr. President for short, a credit to the sport | |
| Incredible in court, an indelible source | |
| An immeasurable force, the strength of her force | |
| And I' m pushin metaphors just to better y' all course | |
| Slug | |
| Here, vision is blurry, living in a hurry | |
| No worries, you can call me Chicken Little Curry | |
| Keep the channel spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey | |
| And watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me | |
| Here we go, Mr. Quiet Storm | |
| Break down, take apart your heart and redesign the form | |
| Tried to warn ' em, nobody heeded | |
| So we succeeded at feedin these sheep what the party needed | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Slug | |
| But baby, I' m only boarding 21 and higher | |
| You' re kind of young, you should settle down, tiger | |
| Take a little time to, reweave the fiber | |
| Reach for tomorrow and let me borrow your lighter | |
| Murs | |
| Yeah, I freestyled with him and him too | |
| But they still haven' t gone through what I been through | |
| Excuse me, what we' ve been through | |
| Meaning me and you, see I' m just like you | |
| Except I rock the mic and you work at a dot com | |
| Or maybe you' re a critic | |
| Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn' t matter | |
| Cause I' m still Murs and you' re still bitter and | |
| This is my verse and I' m talking to my listeners | |
| Slug | |
| So if you' re Sleepless in Seattle | |
| Disturbed in Pittsburgh | |
| Lost it in Austin | |
| Ann Arbor firestarted | |
| Fuck me, Kentucky | |
| You got me, Millwaukee | |
| And the devil wore jeans in New Orleans | |
| From Los Angeles to Minneapolis | |
| We want to thank all of yall for havin us | |
| Make it pleasure, make it sting | |
| Whatever the way you swing | |
| From the A to the Zing | |
| I would never change a thing | |
| Murs | |
| R. I. P. Bigga B, Rob ONE | |
| Says Unity and " Fly ID" | |
| Wouldn' t be here without them | |
| So the love flows free | |
| I wouldn' t be here without them | |
| So the love flows free |
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