On Heat

[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)