Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Sound, artist - Kano. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Sound |
| My sound’s the realest |
| My sound’s the real deal |
| Hold tight the ends, East Ham, Plaistow, Stratford |
| Canning Town, stand up, ayy! |
| Hold tight the ends that city |
| Got the whole ends and Richard with me |
| Man like Goose and my nigga Sticky |
| Ashmond just got the Richard Mille |
| Man can’t call me no pickaninny |
| Big magnum cost a pretty penny |
| Couple LPs and a couple Diddys |
| Couple Liv Popes and a couple Iggys |
| All-white dance get shutdown |
| Ragga, them pedals just touch down |
| Gyal come with you, they’re with us now |
| Boogie got jungle on lock now |
| I don’t cut shapes, I just cut riddim |
| If it ain’t Vybez, I ain’t fucking with it |
| Rudeboys don’t response for no dissing |
| Catch up inna big is a man’s schism |
| Man have got the rum-pu-pu-pum-pum |
| Mek a boy run like he stole something |
| Run up on me, that’s a madness |
| Rum-pu-pu-pum-pum |
| Hold tight the mandem on lockdown |
| God bless and keep your 'ead up now |
| Wifey was real, she did hold out |
| Dozen roses up her nose now |
| My sound’s the realest, we know |
| Shut down dance wherever we go |
| And we keep a big ting for those haters |
| And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po |
| My sound’s the realest, we know |
| Shut down dance wherever we go |
| And we keep a big ting for those haters |
| And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po |
| Corned beef and rice, it was real then |
| Please buss a shot for your real friend |
| Man like Fab and my nigga Smithy |
| Got the whole ends and Richard with me |
| Man just might fly up Manny |
| Link up the mandem up Manny |
| Got a couple bruddas up country |
| Hold tight Kygo and Jus D |
| My sound’s the realest, we know |
| Shut down dance wherever we go |
| And we keep a big ting for those haters |
| And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po |
| My sound’s the realest, we know |
| Shut down dance wherever we go |
| And we keep a big ting for those pagans |
| And it goes (po-po-po-po-po-po) |
| Dem boy some haters |
| Hating for real |
| Those boys some haters |
| So we keep a big ting for those pagans |
| And it goes (everybody dead now) |
| We either whine gyal or we stan' up |
| But badman don’t MC Hammer |
| Made in the manor where the guns dem clap up |
| Don’t need no Santa fi boy get wrap up |
| Must big up Marlene and Big Pat up |
| RIP Auntie Vicky, true champion |
| Down by the River Thames, |
| Mum played and she played Daddy |
| They scream no black role models on these streets |
| But man model Roleys out on these streets |
| Tryna push a roller out on these streets |
| Tryna get a Rover out on these deets |
| Paid my dues, then get no receipt |
| This the motherfucking thanks I get from this scene? |
| Ten years deep, a thousand 16s |
| And man a headline but didn’t receive |
| Let me bloodclart live, spit my bloodclart shit |
| I’m a forefather, that’s my bloodclart kids |
| Tell a hater it is what it bloodclart is |
| Then tell a real sound man to bring back my ting |
| My sound’s the realest, we know |
| Shut down dance wherever we go |
| And we keep the big sitting for those haters |
| And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po |
| My sound’s the realest, we know |
| Shut down dance wherever we go |
| And we keep a big ting for those haters |
| And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po |
| My sound’s the realest |
| My sound’s the real |
| My end’s the realest |
| My mandem real |