| Bang down your door
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| You was in the field when I was on tour
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| I was on the telly when you was in the cell
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| And you was on the celly
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| Like when you gonna show these motherfuckers who’s boss?
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| And I’m tryna look out for your boy
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| But you know how time goes, you only get 24
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| When you’re tryna make the M then make 20 more
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| We all get the same hours
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| Remember them tune there «I'll bring you flowers»
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| Iceberg jean, whine pon the gyaldem
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| Yeah, time change but you’re still the man and we’re still family
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| And if the family need they can shout me
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| I’m one phone call away, don’t doubt me
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| Just as long as they don’t ask for an Audi
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| Brudda, it’s all calm
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| I still feel your mumsy’s grip on my palm
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| In the courtroom we were linked to the arm
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| It didn’t go your way but you took it like a boss
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| I bang down your door
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| You was pissed that you missed the awards
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| After parties and garden barbie’s and video shoots with lil' kids on the lawn,
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| you shoulda been with us
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| 'Cause we got fire round and so we fly out
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| And yeah, we done the dance, the mandem’s kosher
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| In hoods all over, we get the realest love
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| And thank fuck the ends is too far away to get mixed up in the mud
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| Yeah my mumsy said «What's up?»
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| Bang down your door for this, yeah
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| Bang down your door for this, yeah
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| Bang down your door for this, yeah
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| Bang down your door for this, yeah |