Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gang Gang, artist - Cadet.
Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gang Gang |
Yo, ma' nigga |
Sorry I had to rough you up like that but |
You weren’t playing nicely init (L.A. Beats) |
You know my team, you know what we represent |
Shoulda played along nicely, init |
Let me tell you who I am |
I’m gonna talk; |
you just gotta listen |
Started off getting bullied in school, look |
Most my life I’ve been a victim |
Never had a girlfriend |
Got low self-esteem but I wanna be the man |
No, I don’t like who I am |
But when I’m older I’ma do what I can, but |
Look at me now |
Hop out and run a man down |
'Cause when I was younger, I never had a voice |
Might be the reason I violate your boys, and |
And I even go gym |
Man it’s different to when I was a kid |
A real bad man, real talk—no bluffing |
Tell girls what I do and they love it |
I spent a couple months in training |
Even had me doing ten toes on pavement |
Making sure the ends was behaving |
See, it’s so bad but I ain’t complaining |
But now I’m perfect with the aiming |
And a driver, been in bare car chases |
Might pull up when your bredrins are raving |
Lock off the rave, nobody can say shit |
If you knew how much food I confiscated, it would drive you crazy |
I’ll grab man if he’s got cash on him |
Or wrap man if he’s got wraps on him |
I see man driving mad |
I pull man over like, «Wagwarn, fam?» |
Rude boy, I don’t give a damn |
Call back-up quick and just violate man |
I don’t slip, I got my vest on |
Big baton and a taser are the weapons |
I could fold a man right now, with an M16 or a shotgun |
Bro, it can get long |
Don’t press buttons but the trigger might press one |
Call the judge—my case, I can get gone |
Take man’s food, I don’t care what it is, could be peng, flake or ten times |
stepped on |
Niggas know me, I don’t care what number your gang is |
Think you’re bad? |
We got bangers |
Interrogate man, make man have manners |
Put you in a cell for twenty-four hours |
Like, what you gonna say, brudda? |
Waste man’s time 'cause I want to |
Like fuck that, what you gonna say brudda? |
Pussy-hole, do your research, the system’s in my favour |
Fuck you up right now |
And I’m calm it won’t make the news or the paper |
Yeah, I got it patterned like that |
No I shouldn’t but, yeah, man, I’m bragging like that |
I’ll say, «You put your hands on me» |
I know you never, but I’ll say it happened like that |
Nothing, no, you can’t tell me nothing |
Bust case all the time like it’s nothing |
You know how much shit we did? |
It was my team that got down Mark Duggan |
Next day on the force, we back, again |
Get searched, 'cause you’re black again |
Choke out Rashan Charles in East London, say it’s an accident |
And I’m this close to banning drill, and done that shit |
Someone got stabbed at the Rated Awards |
Mm, yeah, we love that shit |
Yeah I know about grime, Link Up and all dat |
Where you’re so stupid; |
stab someone, go booth and record that |
And then say you’re on obbo |
No, you’re just so easy to follow |
And I got a quota that I gotta reach |
Get two more of you lot by tomorrow |
And let me tell you suttin' to tell your brothers |
It don’t matter that you got a bally on now |
There’s videos before when your face ain’t covered, you stupid pricks |
You make me sick |
Like, «Officer, I’m recording you» |
So? |
You think I give a shit? |
Witnesses say they’ll complain because they see me taking the piss |
One: they never do |
And two: if they do, I get a slap on the wrist |
So, pussy-hole, let me tell you suttin' |
I can violate you for fucking nothing |
And get away with it, 'cause we’re the judges |
Stop saying, «Gang», we’re the only gang in London, pussy |
L.A. Beats |
Cadet, Cadet! |