Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 21 Ounces, artist - Goldie Lookin Chain. Album song Greatest Hits (DMD), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
21 Ounces |
From the hip hop to the hippy to the hoppy to the wibbly wobbly woo, |
To the ram jam jimmy, to the goldie lookin' chain to the ad-ad-adam hussain |
Alright Spa! |
Do you want some fucking weed? |
I’ve got fucking loads of weed man, right |
Carl from Risca’s had a few fucking ounces off me right, |
So I’ve only got 21 ounces on me at the moment, right |
but if you want some fucking more, right |
I can do that, that’s no fucking problem. |
I need to shift this draw quick as fuck, |
flip the cash and take my cut. |
It’s really powerful, it’s so strong, |
but I’m selling it fast and it’s nearly all gone |
I’ll sell you a nine-bar or just the ounce |
I’ll sell you little bits or large amounts |
Adam Hussein, remember me? |
Selling draw from my capri |
Want some draw? |
With me you’ll score |
Cos I grows this shit out o' my nan’s back door |
Bongs, bingers, blow buckets, |
I sell ounces to schoolkids but I don’t care, fuck it |
Get it on tick, but make it quick |
I just got a load of wicked Thai stick |
Party’s going down, I’ll bring the brown |
Tonight it’s going off in Newport town |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow |
So if you want some let me know |
'cos I’ve really gotta go |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow |
People watch me like Match of the Day, |
I’ve got a stack of weed like a bale of hay |
I drive my capri like Colin Mcrae |
and I’ve got to drop some weed off in Alway |
I’ve got really good scales and my deals are proper, |
The price is wicked too, just like happy shopper |
I sells the best skunk, |
you can tell by the smell, |
I’ll also sell you fags and rizlas as well |
Oi clarts! |
Don’t fucking start |
Or I’ll whip you with my chain, and it’ll fucking smart |
Weeds green like a frog, |
my brown’ll make you shake like a shitting dog |
10 or twenty, I got plenty |
I’m still selling draw down Pilgweny |
Getting laid, not getting played |
Don’t give a fuck as long as I get paid |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow |
So if you want some let me know |
'cos I’ve really gotta go |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow |
I’m driving, feeling sane |
'cos the boots rammed with mary jane |
That’s right! |
It’s Benny Blanco, |
selling the speed and the blow out of my car, |
'cos that’s how it’s done, |
Pigs bust me twice so they got me on the run |
Adam Hussein, I’m fucking glc |
'cos if you want a thc, come see me |
There’s a new dance, going on, |
in Newport, it’s called the funky bong |
You wiggle your hips and start to show off |
Breathe in and out and then you cough |
You can only do it when your smoking a cone, |
You can do it with your mates or all alone |
Right to the left, left to the right |
GLC are the fucking bomb, alright? |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow |
So if you want some let me know |
'cos I’ve really gotta go |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow |
I’ve got speed, whatever you need, |
'cos I’ve always got a big bag of weed |
My shit ain’t bunk, |
I sell skunk out of my low ride capri’s trunk |
Wanna gurn? |
You better learn, |
Your missus’ll get free pills burping my worm |
She’s on all fours, |
Wouldn’t touch her with yours |
'cos she looks like the wookie out of fucking Star Wars |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow |
So if you want some let me know |
'cos I’ve really gotta go |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow |
21 ounces of blow |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow |
So if you want some let me know |
'cos I’ve really gotta go |
I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow |
…you're not fucking CID are you? |