Dubplate Original (Explicit) 歌詞
Dubplate original
When a veteran steps in the building
Salute and respect from the children
Then I salute the badman back cause a real n***a recognise realness
These mcs can't back to back it
I've been racking up bodies since raskit's jordan jacket
Black tracksuit and a ratchet
Butterfly knife in the baggies
Hard knock life
No annie
Stand one night
I'm smashing
I ain't got time for no rally
Tek all the gyal and the gyal
Psst
I'm a yardie
That's how I call a gyal
Check 1 2 mic and a one tune
Man spudded you then spun you
Can't undo history
I've written too much to be written off
Young youts
We're some kings drinking ace
That's pontoon
Up bond street
Bond suits
That's lyrical kung fu
Let me bump tunes
And they split like the sun roof
The gangsters must approve and they're waiting for the bus youts
Then the ends say I've got one
Bop
Bop
Rudeboy
Wheel it again cause all them people fi dead
The harder them mcs came
The harder them mcs fell
Them soundboys can't two for two it
Man's been stacking up riddims from 7 inch shabba and
Dress code
Ones and twos it
Churchs
No just do it
Earnt this didn't win through it
Purchase new
Not newish
Kettle on the wrist with the tetley brewing
Italian leather just flew in
Might cop a white gold president putin
Rev at the lights
No tell em I'm lewis
But ill open your door like gentlemen do it
Phew
This one's called harassment
Line up the caskets
I know will wants the chorus
I think sol wants some adlibs
I bet rich wants the royalties
But rach wants the gasment
To done them f**king little bastards
If he's the best
Who's man then
F**king hell
I'm cassius
Abu dhabi madness
Held the zampers
Crack open the champers
For gt and them
That's mandem
Yeh
Club full of wanksters
Man act up
That's an ambulance
Wheelchair bandits
50 bags for the barristers
Yuck
Sounds fishy innit
But f**k that s**t
Got bigger fish to fillet
Then grab 60k for the 60 minutes
Drunk all summer
That's liquid living
High off life
No splif need biling
Bigger sins here
Talk big boy millions
Axel rod tryna get the billions
Criminal affiliates
Black caecilians
Beef in the ends
Better grab some militants
Waps on deck make man so vigilant
It's funny how death makes man so innocent
Image ting
I ain't got time for the mumbling
I'm 100
No suits when I do lunch with pudding and punch with some of these bruddas so sunken
Take a picture of them
If they ain't done s**t
When I see the p***y
I will grab the p***y but I ain't got time for the trump s**t
Some boys just don't know levels but I ain't got time to explain it
I ain't got time to explain it
Don't ask me about beef in the basement
I ain't got time to explain it
I'm your favourite's favourite's favourite
But I ain't got time to explain it
Touch road
Man affi murk it
Got my other bredrin wan arrange it
And his chip won't free up the shotgun seat but I ain't got time to be faced it
I ain't got time to explain it
I ain't got time to mad