Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Food, artist - JME. Album song History:, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.02.2011
Record label: Boy Better Know Entertainment
Song language: English
Food |
My belly hurts |
My belly is hurting me |
My belly hurts blud |
I want some food blud |
Yo, yo |
Food! |
Blud, my belly is hurting me blud |
Food! |
I’m hungry, I want some |
Food! |
I’m hungry and I want some flipping |
Food! |
Food! |
I want some kebab rudeboy |
As soon as I step foot in the shop |
I know that I don’t know what I want |
Chicken doner, kofte kebab or |
Lamb shish, or a mixed special |
Sometimes I get a kofte |
Or some next one I can’t say properly (lahmacun) |
I’m so hungry I’m bitin' my lips |
Flippin' hell just get a portion of chips |
Blud that’s too much salt on my chips |
I been bitin' my lips, are you thick, it stings |
I’ve lost my appetite, lickin' the salt off my lips |
Throw the chips in the bin |
Normal, walk out the shop |
Don’t forget to say, «Thank you boss» (Ayy, safe, safe) |
Walk to my yard, soon as I land |
Go find a toilet and jam |
Food! |
Don’t you love it when you get some real good |
Food! |
Not going out on street and eating all of that junk |
Food! |
All that take-away and all that shit |
Food! |
I want some McD’s… McDonald’s! |
So I pull up, at the drive-thru |
They like to call it the McDrive |
I’m waiting there for my food |
The lady comes, I look in her eyes |
«Ay, yo, yo!», then I start bussin' up |
At the drive through I always joke |
I ask for a large orange coke |
Or sometimes I ask for a small large fries (Some chips) |
I’m in my early twenties |
Pushin' a whip but I’m payin' in pennies |
When you get burgers, always check 'em |
I eat burgers in fifteen seconds |
Ketchup all over my face |
Sesame seeds all over the place |
As if that wasn’t enough to spoil it |
Go home spend two days on the toilet |
Food! |
Go home and eat some of that good |
Food! |
After you been out on road, shottin' that |
Food! |
Come and get a big munch, munch that |
Food! |
On no eediat ting, rudeboy |
Nah man, I ain’t got no Ps today |
So I sit in my yard and check MySpace |
As per usual my belly rumbles |
Here comes mum to save the day |
I say, «Good afternoon», fix my face |
Then ask mum to fix me a plate |
Be polite if she’s in a good mood |
I know I’ll get some of that good food |
Rice, plantain, but no ackee |
I’m Nigerian, I deal with shaki |
Trust me, it might not sound nice |
But I box 'dat back with ground rice |
I ain’t on a hype ting either |
I wash it down with a glass of water |
And when I fill up my tummy |
Don’t forget to say thank you mummy (Thanks mum, thanks mum) |
Food! |
Some good food, good |
Food! |
Food! |
Food! |