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Ghost town Andale motherfuckers Dabbla Arriba and all them tings there Jam Baxter Listen Yeah Nah actually fucking listen Motherfucker I'm ill Yeah I'm gonna get it on smash Every single minute of the day, any how, any way That you want it Iím on it I gotta dash in a flash When i pull up in a car that's crashed Stunting like man of the match With a brand new batch And a brand new bag And a brand new chick And a brand new pad That brand new shit I put it down you slag Yeah Iíve had enough of the talk Everybody's running but they can't ever walk So I walk in the place with a smile on my face And a wyle out with a drink I ain't even bought And you can take that to the piggy Wagwan officer everyting jiggy? Fancy a ciggie? Course not, cause you on the job and you ain't clocked off S'no biggie But donít get it back to the front I will say 'bitch, motherfucker and cunt' Not just on record but in front of my mum And ill do that till I turn hundred and one Or maybe hundred and two Stepped in the game now it's under my shoe Can't say anythings changed I'm the same prick That I was two thousand and five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven Are we really heading into Armageddon? Seems like thatís what they're shoving down our throats Itís our future, lets make it our own, what you reckon? I was always told life was hard Buy a big house and drive a nice car In school if you asked me what I wanna be Back then I would have said the first boy on mars All I wanna do is get lean with my team If you know what I mean say 'Yeah' I drink, I puff, I can't get enough And I couldnít give a fuck like 'Yeah' All I really wanna do is make news with my crew If you know how we do go 'Yeah' Don't care what they say, man I run away I'm gonna grind all day like 'Yeah!' I'm done with the stupid questions Never called this a new direction Just ghost town runs with a huge collection And i cant part these two, rude to mention So nah, I ain't gonna jam to the usual Bare man gassed from a bag full of bugles Deep in my side and believe in the the hype While I seen all my life I turn a staff to a poodle Nah, be truthful, all I seen Is a whole bag of kids with assorted dreams And bare bad manners and a fucked up bladder Cause they sniffed all the tranq', lets applaud 'em please I ainít tryin'a get rinsed as a preacher But why would your best friend tick you a litre Thatís all Iíll say, Can you pour all these in a big blue box, in a singular freezer 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Bruv, who's that geezer? Sat down grinnin' Shining, surrounded by cracked out women He didn't buy a drink, get your shank out, kill him Nah that's Baxter, jam down with him Yep, chilling, club full of oddballs Bare man in skin tight jeans looking hostile Me I'm on a tracksuit ting with an HF tee and the bouncer ainít on my ensemble Bruv, you seen them brehs Ah, fuck it, I don't even care There's bare loud rigs in a warehouse rinsing a tear out come fam lets pop there Yeah Life as it is Bare hard work and it's finally crisp So I'mma do me and keep running on stage And spraying bars 'till I gotta slide for a piss All I wanna do is get lean with my team If you know what I mean say 'Yeah' I drink, I puff, I can't get enough And I couldnít give a fuck like 'Yeah' All I really wanna do is make news with my crew If you know how we do go 'Yeah' Don't care what they say, man I run away I'm gonna grind all day like 'Yeah!' Hip-Hop scene hate me The grime scene hate me There ainít no better tag team Iíve seen lately Giving them a high speed chase on the daily Me, Jam Baxter and Ghost Town baby Love it when the flow sound lazy Make you wanna go down, throw down Get into a show down, ho down, low down May be crazy, praying that the game don't change me Same old me and a nut yeah All up in the cut yeah Trying to get my whole team up there But they're fucking with the flow Cause they double-o by the blow like 'fuck yeah' And all your gonna hear is 'tut tut' Brothers wanna cock block Nothing you can touch What we got not go on rude boy, take a potshot And what you what blood, yeah, and whatnot Knock-knock. Who's there? You can't touch us, Dance when we come drum bar When the bombs drop Nonstop, feels like God dropping hot rocks Straight off the roof, get loose in the cosmos Jump off the compost heap all fragrant Anytime, gettin' paid ever wakens Bed schooled witches and bloodstained aprons Abseiling till your brains like a raisin Your fan base is an alienator Small champagne and await the invasion Who's that trapped in a 2-D movie Too lean, two feet chained to the pavement? You. You, you and you, stay there Cause us three man on a tune ainít fair And all I wanna do is get mashed with my fam If you're down for the jam, say 'Yeah, Yeah, Yeah' All I wanna do is get lean with my team If you know what I mean say 'Yeah' I drink, I puff, I can't get enough And I couldnít give a fuck like 'Yeah' All I really wanna do is make news with my crew If you know how we do go 'Yeah' Don't care what they say, man I run away I'm gonna grind all day like 'Yeah!'
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