On Heat (feat. Unique 3)

If ya 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

Wanna chat their shit, but ya 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 the hater

Me and Toddla T on a track, it's danger

Rep for the up north rangers

Boom

Colour code from my head to my toes, look neat

Get a glimpse of a grow, like a dog on heat

Got 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)

Man lean and bop the stage

Get paid for a 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

Dottys 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

335 on balloons, yeah, I rolled it

Sirens sound and I smoke it

Feds can't drive, musta croak it

Boom

Colour code from my head to my toes, look neat

Get a glimpse of a grow, like a dog on heat

Got 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)

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, oh, you know shit's litty

Boom

Colour code from my head to my toes, look neat

Get a glimpse of a grow, like a dog on heat

Got 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 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)