Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chaos City, artist - Jay AmoDate of issue: 19.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chaos City |
| Yo, likkle man, don’t ask Amm for 3.5 |
| Cuh you know I’ll just wile out in the place |
| Smash that face, cuh you know |
| Ammi don’t watch no dickheads |
| Bet you thought I was gonna say face |
| Hold tight Ace, hold tight Splurt |
| Hold tight Face |
| Run up on pagans on my Js |
| Do my dirt, then buss case |
| Thought you was blessed with the amm but you’re not |
| Any funny guy that tries piss me off |
| Will get headlocked and left at the docks |
| Don’t care 'bout your team, don’t care 'bout your block |
| Don’t give a fuck since I’ve come out of bin |
| If I can’t bun your parents, I’ll bun your next of kin |
| Never got roughed on the front line |
| Bet you thought I was gonna say wing |
| Still around packs (abs) |
| On these roads (cabs) |
| Did 'nuff gears in rags |
| Rich ain’t in my vocab |
| What you know about bags |
| Upon bags and bags upon bags? |
| What we stash and tax and these gash |
| Spent racks and packs to buy flats |
| And really, ahh |
| You got me on one like a wheelie |
| These man go point when they see me |
| I was on TV like a series |
| Now I’m back with the work, no CV |
| Dem man try do me like Jay-Z did Beenie |
| Raised real so I’ve never been needy |
| Violate? |
| Bun man’s skin like tea tree |
| It’s like nowadays, every MC wanna act up |
| I never came with the ba-dum-ba-dum |
| I came with shaolin fists, you’ll get smacked up |
| Man said he’s got shells on the rave |
| Who got this little boy gassed up? |
| If I put heat in your face |
| Shit can get as deep as my blade |
| You’ll be on the floor all frass |
| My Team Paid |
| New York Yankees the way we roll with bags |
| You ain’t wielding a hammer like Thor, praise to the Lord |
| You ain’t got rhythm or gash |
| Where have you been? |
| Like they’ve never seen Wax |
| But I’m still OT, chilling with the mandem |
| I was on my block with the steak and mash |
| Dem man said they’re in love with the coco |
| Dickheads, dem man are crackheads |
| Say they’re from the UK but they won’t back it, pagans |
| Say they don’t like our music, aight, then |
| Camden styley when I tell a man you better |
| Suck your mum for man are from London |
| Dem man are shook, can’t come to the dungeon |
| And I know breddas from south |
| If I clap man down, no talk, that’s end of discussion |
| Don’t make me call for the Lyrical Gaffer (LS) |
| Whack man’s head like tennis |
| Bad Ombré, you know me, that menace |
| From a yout man, man’s always been off my head |
| So man better call my chemist |
| I’m not shook, you know mi not jelly |
| I’m not shook, you know me, I’m ready |
| Don’t get gassed, don’t beg it |
| I could be in the corner sleeping |
| Mandem will still say «DJ, edge it» |
| Cuh if you ain’t levs, you’ll feel my presence |
| I’ve just started |
| But I swear on my life, we will soon be legends |
| And if you ain’t involved |
| Then man like you can keep it stepping |
| It’s bait that you’re more in denial |
| I’m Suarez scoring goals |
| And you’re a little boy that’s out on trial |
| Don’t get gassed, I have your girl moving cheeks |
| That’s more than a smile |
| Your whole EP ain’t even close to the WAV |
| Of my 16 file |
| Ever so grimy, ever so vile |