Lyrics Over & Over - P Money, Little Dee, Blacks

Over & Over

Send him home, send him home
Tell their elders to send him home
Moving like you wanna send him jail
He’s in school, you wanna send him road
(Yo Littles, don’t get involved)
Yo pussy, don’t say my name
Bought a ting when I made a change
It’s a hot day and I’ll make it rain
If your fire works and my fire works
Let’s have a party on Guy Fawkes'
I don’t know what them guys thought
But big doggy don’t cry wolf
I’m from a place where they wouldn’t go
Furthermore, they couldn’t go
Oi, Ruger’s home any minute now
That pure heart there’s good as gold
Another night, these roads are cold
These kids ain’t got no home
Mama lost their son to the roads
Selling rocks like rolling stone
If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome
If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow
All for the money, that’s all they know
Round and round shit goes
It goes over and over (over and over and)
Over and over
It goes over and over (over and over and)
Over and over
They send a man that way
Your forehead that way
You’ll break against that plate
They don’t give a shit what your badge say
I’ll make it burn on Saturday
My mandem on form on match day
That’s why you on that day
when the MAC spray
I’ll turn a man in cause
I don’t have luck but my ring does
Your mandem all shook,
You’re holding two jook from tint, cuz
Fuck all the jakes tryna nick us
Man steady mobbing in the streets, man’ll stick cuz
I’ll hit your girl broad like business
We came, prepare for war like Hitler
Another night, these roads are cold
These kids ain’t got no home
Mama lost their son to the roads
Selling rocks like rolling stone
If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome
If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow
All for the money, that’s all they know
Round and round shit goes
It goes over and over (over and over and)
Over and over
It goes over and over (over and over and)
Over and over
Tell 'em your ends ain’t safe anymore
That their kids are grown, ain’t safe anymore
Some have got knives and straps
Some roll in a gang with pagans
Some of them have got into much, much more
But man’s busy, I’m F-ing up tours
Rockstar life, smash bottles on the floor
You wouldn’t believe if I say what I saw
You could never live the life I’ve lived
Man grew up with dangerous kids
Man grew up in dangerous bits
And all we’re tryna do is all be rich
All we’re tryna do is look after the kids
I might buy me a bulletproof puffa
I might move to a house in the hills, cuz
Another night, these roads are cold
These kids ain’t got no home
Mama lost their son to the roads
Selling rocks like rolling stone
If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome
If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow
All for the money, that’s all they know
Round and round shit goes
It goes over and over (over and over and)
Over and over
It goes over and over (over and over and)
Over and over
Round here, nobody don’t talk to feds
Cautious steps whenever they walk the ends
They talk on TV but never talk with sense
From young, we developed a naughty sense
Some caught the hammer, some caught the wrench
Some are upfront, some warm the bench
Miscommunication, now we’ve got man killing man
Over something he thought he said
I remember when I buss with 40 pence
I would duck and hope that my foot never caught the fence
Walk to them easy, now it all depends
On whether you’re real or whether you rule the ends
Surrounded by Petes, might be chalk instead
Feds got the kids scared to walk the ends
They’ve got Doug and they want us to talk to them?
Fuck all that
Another night, these roads are cold
These kids ain’t got no home
Mama lost their son to the roads
Selling rocks like rolling stone
If it ain’t a knife, they’ve got that chrome
If it ain’t weed, they’ve got that snow
All for the money, that’s all they know
Round and round shit goes
It goes over and over (over and over and)
Over and over
It goes over and over (over and over and)
Over and over