Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 80's Swag, artist - Ghetts. Album song Momentum 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
80's Swag |
| Yo, who the leaders of the new school? |
| They’ve got me teaching old tricks to these new fools |
| Old Remington and some new jewels |
| And when the pagans pay me homage, I’m like «cool, cool» |
| Cause they respek it, halfway crooks never mek it |
| They never had a beef that I deaded |
| Live life with a death wish, smoke for breakfast |
| Riding for the same cause that Ghetts did |
| Cause I’m a rebel, selling green since a teen |
| 18 to 21, it was pebbles |
| Top of my class without a medal |
| I was training up in the mountains, you went to the meadows |
| Away in a manger |
| Said I’m the boy king, I’ll still sell an eighth to a stranger |
| Always alone, I’m a ranger |
| Said I’m comfy on my ones, the only friend I know is danger |
| I ain’t a maniac |
| But certain situations could’ve made me die |
| Made me grind, made me stack |
| Made me overthink like a braniac |
| Lost my way, made it back |
| Thoughts crossed my brain that could’ve made me mad |
| We ain’t no basic lads, no paper pad |
| Got that 90s style and 80s swag |
| My baby mother says I’m immature |
| She four years younger, what the fuck she think I’m with her for? |
| She told me get the hell out, I’m packing, I need a minute more |
| Hold on, you say you want me gone, so who you cookin' dinner for? |
| Mmm, that looks good, I’m staying |
| When I said you weren’t a good cook, I was playing |
| Come here, give me that good good, what you saying? |
| Don’t tease me, let me push my hood all the way in |
| Sometimes, I wanna argue for the make up sex |
| Need it in the morning, or I’ll spend the whole day upset |
| If I’m the man in your dreams, then you should wake up wet |
| I’m surprised not one of our neighbours really hate us yet |
| Yeah, they say the walls have ears, babe |
| There’s four walls and they all can hear, babe |
| I say the ceiling has feelings |
| It must be lean, cause the smoke’s right beneath it |
| Weed, so loud |
| I just hope these walls can keep a secret |
| Even though there’s no award for the speechless |
| I walk the walk, and ruin floors with my sneakers |
| Normal procedures, late night studio |
| Ordering pizzas, Jerome should be over the moon |
| What the fuck’s he complaining about? |
| It’s a privilege recording this G shit |
| Book an appointment with a nail technician |
| If you ungrateful motherfuckers wanna see tips |
| When I say I’m going ham |
| Fam, I don’t mean E6 |
| Wear my heart on my sleeve |
| Don’t make me the weakest, it makes me the realest |
| Music’s based on emotion, believe it |
| So this beat’s getting the emotional treatment |
| I’m digging deeper than the average rapper |
| I see murders getting captured on camera, right in front of me |
| A man getting stabbed in his bladder, right in front of me |
| Youts getting badder and badder, right in front of me |
| You wanna be the man in the manor? |
| Good luck with that |
| You’ll probably get killed by the same youts that looked up to man |
| Diced in the alley when police left |
| These kids’ll leave a nigga lying in the street, dead |
| Sometimes it’s like a Western in the east end |
| Grandad said if we ain’t fighting with our fists then |
| We should be categorised as weak men |
| But, you see when everyone’s got a strap |
| Cause everyone’s got a strap and my nigga |
| Just bought another two, and I can’t tell him he don’t need them |
| Defence, nobody’s sitting on the fence |
| We ain’t getting caught in a crossfire in these ends |