Lyrics Sounds of the Sir - P Money, Newham Generals

Sounds of the Sir

Everybody knows what time it is when they hear
Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s
Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear
We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming
Everybody knows what time it is when they hear
Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s
Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear
We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming
I’m gonna get up on the mic
Spray my lyric and shut down guys
So many wounded, they’ll shut down guys
If I draw my ting, it will shut down guys
I only work with my bredrins
That’s why I can make D Double in east side
Through the Blackwall Tunnel in east side
I originate from the south east side
I’ve got so much backing, labels can’t tell if I’m signed
No wristbands, let him through, he’s fine
Soon as I get clocked, bare P signs
Promoter better show me the P sign
Can’t jump on the set, no decline
I’ll have Jammer telling you «Declined»
After the rave, you can find me in the car park
With my chick and my seat reclined
Everybody knows what time it is when they hear
Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s
Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear
We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming
Everybody knows what time it is when they hear
Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s
Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear
We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming
Jump on stage, do my ting
Spit my bar, everyone sings
Them man are hard, everybody’s locked in
Try a ting, I’ll make your headtop spin
It’s not a ting, king of the ring
Nah, it’s not a commercial ting
Nah, it’s not a rehearsal ting
If he tries it now then I’m murking him
Everyone knows what time it is
Buss a bar and you know what rhyme it is
My mandem are the grimiest
Onstage, my chains are the shiniest
Yo, D Double, Footsie and P
Dun know manaman are making P
Dun know I’ll murk any biggie MC
Man can’t tell me I’m not certi (oh my god)
Everybody knows what time it is when they hear
Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s
Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear
We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming
Everybody knows what time it is when they hear
Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s
Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear
We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming
I’ll spit you a dirty one
I’m a big man, way past 31
Inna dis ting, I’m certi, son
Your likkle wee bars can’t hurt me, son
Yeah, #certi
Man are big man, way past 30
I’ll put in the work, get dirty
I’m like «go ahead blud, try murk me»
Yeah, go ahead, try murk man
I’ll spray a quick 16 and murk man
Or roll on man in the work van
And trust me, I put in that work, fam
This tune is a crime scene
Yeah, us man are big in the grime scene
P Money and Gens, lyrical skengs
Nobody ain’t fucking with my team, dun know
Everybody knows what time it is when they hear
Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s
Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear
We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming
Everybody knows what time it is when they hear
Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s
Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear
We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming