| More vibe, more vibe, more vibe, more pressure, more vibe
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| Who’s that? |
| Who’s that?
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| More vibe, more vibe, more vibe, more pressure, more vibe
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| Who’s that? |
| Who’s that?
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| Overblown inna the zone, come check the poet
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| Natural shiznit and nobody to show it
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| Step up to the bar and the clean girls know
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| My incredible vedible, my new talk tongue
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| Most cool when the world seems highly strung
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| Sit dung (down) inna the corner and me beat me drum
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| Me soon get the vision of the big lump sum
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| Its Saturday morning, you’re playing the lottery
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| It could be you, it could be me
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| Fuck that, let’s get this plan together
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| We were born to go live in a place
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| With nice weather
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| Disya bashment crew, just push up your hands
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| Disya bashment crew, just study the plan
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| Disya bashment crew, go’head go get grands
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| Disya bashment crew, go’head go get land
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| Fire fluid in my belly, I’m flaming hot
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| ??? |
| Ayyo me do something me hustle, this is all your crops
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| We take that to the roll for just two G a pop
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| I hear them say Manuva sound like money
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| And ain’t it funny, reflecting on the drama it took to get hook up
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| Big tings gwaan for us now
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| Each time we come we get dangerous now
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| I paid my dues in community studios
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| Late night sessions I refined my flows
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| I got to bring in from the good father field marshall
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| I’m mackin to the modes in my council flat castle
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| And we don’t partial! |
| Whos the rascal?
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| I won’t ask you for…
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| Don’t want a fuss so me say turn with the fight now
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| Me say the ghetto make we all unite now
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| Look in the window and the earth get around now
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| I say you rocking to the champion sound now
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| More style, more vibe, niceness we bring
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| You hear me MC now me going try sing
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| Simmer down, every posse just simmer down
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| Go get the pound!
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| Max relax now, we nuh want stress
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| Some of them inna sequin, some inna string vest
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| Bashment boogie, we dress fi impress
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| Step out the bath and me smell well fresh
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| Splash on cologne and we ready fi bone
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| First thing we do, we have fi pick up da phone
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| Yo Gordon G, I beg you, don’t make me late
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| The coach is gonna leave about quarter past eight
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| Pack my backdrop, pack my dubplate
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| Pure love we get when we step through the gate
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| Roots fi disco deh pon the go
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| Step inna the room and everybody know
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| We cream we toe and cream we elbow
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| Gang like we, ???we bad than po po!
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| Don’t want a fuss so me say turn with the fight now
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| Me say the ghetto make we all unite now
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| Look in the window and the earth get around now
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| I say you rocking to the champion sound now
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| Sound like surcharge, ah yeah dem was big and large
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| Man nuh use no camoflage
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| People here and people there and people almost everywhere
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| Uh-huh
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| All corners of South London was rammed
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| East London was jammed
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| Lemme tell you, one of days
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| My God!
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| Jesus Christ, we nice
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| Sweet like sugar
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| Love like the spice
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| You know that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bashment Boogie , by - Roots Manuva. Song from the album Run Come Save Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп