I used to have ten yutes knocking my door Asking me to roll out and lick cars Now I've got 25 yutes knocking my door Still asking me to spit bars At least they're not knocking and running Plotting and gunning, shotting and running If my crew knocked man's door back in the day It would be to hot him and run in 20 past 4 in the morning And I'm still up, I ate too late My belly got fill up, all the man dem look tired Fam, I don't blaze But I can bill up, so if I get bored I might mm, bill it At studio, I'm like mm, kill it Then I duck from the room and I jump in the booth When I dump on the tune
Rudeboy, hush Don't ask me why I'm in a rush Don't ask me why I'm not tweeting I'm in Brent Cross, man are shopping in Lush If you know me, phone me I'mma go eat on my lonelies I'm in Nandos with a veggie wrap Or I'm sitting in Leon, munching a gobi Whichever one's nearer Vegan, now I see clearer No meat, no cheese, no milk, no eggs Don't believe me? Ask Sarah Stop staring, you're not four-eyed I only put good food in my jaw-side Sensodyne Classic, Listorene citrus Cause I don't wanna have no fluoride
Big up the man that know The girls that know, teachers that know Parents and children that know If you don't know, Boy Better Know If anybody try draw my ting I'mma have to have words with friends To avoid the clash of clans Man might go for a run with Tempz Man might go for a run with Tim Good food will turn a Fatboy Slim Man like me perform to keep trim Spit two bars, don't have to go gym We play grime all over the world still Man bopping their head like Churchill When us man touch down in New York, it's lit
Ask Virgil Ask Bari, crazy baldhead, word to Bob Marley I will sit up on a riddim so neatly Now they wanna bite me like Charlie Charlie bit me (ow, Charlie!) Test me, you and what army? I'll wet a Pagan out like Pagani I'm gone, BRBTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
