Lyrics:
bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep
some chinese to munch
And i even went and got some dvds to watch
Chorus:
First this this morning you ironed my shirt for me
At lunchbreak we were
that killer
But don't mistake me for that
I get mad when I think this ting got
Me spitting with people like
Boya and Saskilla
Look right it's not what it
scare me
I obide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's
scare me
I obide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's
and DVD's and what do you have
Bread-ren that's the equivalent of too much cash
I bet them broke niggas can't even add
I'm a chef chopping the block on 20
And I ain't even playin, just ask my clique
You know my steez, trying to get real A-Town
Got that or either got sump'n to give away
Big feet
the 'Range,
The sex be feelin' great, but I prefer the brains,
We got dolla's by the billions, Choppa's by the buildin's,
Chances of falling off - is Slimm like
ee-yar)
There's a Chinese man trying hard to flog you moody DVDs
You know? You've seen the film, it's black and white, it's got no sound
And a man's head
top that
Now e'erbody be like where you shop at
And they be askin' dumb shit like where you got that
That's when I look back and say I'm a superstar
It was supposed to be so easy...
Just take back the DVD
Withdraw that extra money
Tell mum I wouldn't be back for tea
Then grab my savings
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Baby let me lay ya down
On the carpet when I come round
Get rug burns when I tear ya down
On the ground all I want to hear is that
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Not 2 it's 3
You, me and G O D
Shooting my shot like C O D
Got my head spinning like a DVD
Silver lining like from a silver screen
Way too hot like I
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
gotta invest
And he said look I'm not that impressed
So I got up and I just left
Cause I don't need no more fucking stress
So now I'm mobbing but regret
vibes
None of that stress vibes
Fam I ain't dumb
Got to make ends meet tho still
Ill behaviour was the lick tho still
Trill das how a couple pay bills
me?
To the Liberty of Norton Folgate
But wait, what's that
Dan Leno and a Lime house Gollum
Purposefully walking nowhere
Oh I'm happy just floating
that ooh ahh sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
Yo like Sainte I'm that same old brudda with the steeze
It's been a minute since a release
I got pent up thoughts that I need to read
With a pen
Prince
Atari 2600, I don' done it
See that fat gold chain? Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't want it
Mike Tyson, who's my opponent?
hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man
Shit that's her"
She roll with them G Unit niggas
That's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take
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