Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Penpals, artist - Roll Deep. Album song Rules and Regulations, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roll Deep
Song language: English
Penpals |
Yeah |
These streets man, they’re claiming |
They’re claiming a lot of victims |
But you know, just have to keep your head up and keep moving innit |
Remember the rules and regulations out here |
There’s rules and regulations |
Shh (move on your toes) |
When the smoke clears and the war’s done |
And we get back to business and have fun |
And we look at the shape of things in sums |
What is this a re-run? |
Got me thinking how come |
I can’t take time, I need things now |
Back on the road with some penpals |
Dig deep if the trouble comes |
Head high 'cause I never run |
Stand strong if you are the one |
Locked down in the system |
Court case pending and we missed them |
Asking why’d you have to go and be like that? |
Know I’ve always got your back, I’m looking out for you |
Weren’t as tight as we could have been |
When you come out imma help you out king |
And I know that life is tough |
Can’t settle for the minimum, that ain’t good enough |
Cah you’re still in my mind and you’re outta sight |
I know it’s a long way away blud, you’ll see the light |
You’ll be alright |
I know your days feel dark but dem soon get bright |
Focus, look at me, focus |
Stop fucking with this hocus pocus |
Don’t gamble your strip like poker |
Playing cards with a handful of jokers |
Heaven knows you ain’t keeping it real |
Got kids and you’re still going on with nonsense |
Lick down people at your own free will |
Got no soul, not in touch with your conscience |
Knuckle down, put the strap and buckle down |
Before you make the gun cops come around |
Blud I seen a ship go down |
Captain and his whole ship go down |
Settle off, put the mekkle off |
Better if you’re humble, you’ll be better off |
Blud I think you better do the B now |
Whole strip’s hot now, better cool off |
Yo, a little line from the ink |
Because every time I blink, I always think |
It’s been a while since |
You used to roll in the banger with the limousine tints |
Everybody’s cool from the bits |
Since you ain’t been around the money’s peppered like mints |
But the lemon still flips |
And the studio’s built now, everyting cris' |
The mixtape’s finished and it’s coming out soon |
You’ll be coming out soon, just a couple more moons |
I’m going Westwood again, I’ll big you up again |
heard that you’re repping on the wing like a goon |
You got your meditation |
But a meditation is better for them type of situations |
You know the rules and the regulations |
God nah for the righteous one |
Yeah, blud I know how you’re feeling |
Some say they’re feeling your pain but they don’t know the meaning |
I know what it’s like when you’re dreaming that you’re on road |
And you wake up sweating and screaming |
Pricks on the wingings, they’ll do the clinging |
That’s not you, I know you’re just breeze |
It’s in your sentence, all easy |
You got a mobile so we can reason |
It’s like everyting happens for a reason |
You’ll be back in about five seasons |
And remember |
Any boy disrespect, just scrub up the boy and beat him |
After then just leave him |
Make the boy feel lucky for leaving breathing |
But back on a serious tip |
When I spoke to your brother he was saying all the weirdest shit |