Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Track 4, artist - Skepta. Date of issue: 01.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Track 4 |
| Out on the streets in the 90's |
| Never had enough money for an ice cream |
| Niggas on the other side wanna fight me |
| All the chicks in the hood wanna wife me |
| Black chicks, white chicks and the lighties |
| On the stairs in the flats getting grimey |
| See a nigga in my hood looking icy |
| Quick jack move, now the feds wanna find me |
| Ho, yeah, yo Skep, dee give me another R |
| They never see it coming, they’re having a laugh |
| And now our team’s got more niggas with more class |
| So we need to keep the scene on par |
| So listen when we say we’re in a bit of demand |
| Been here already living, we don’t need to get a pass |
| We don’t talk the dream, we take part |
| How ya mean, how ya mean, we’re taking it too far |
| Yeah, Mega, we’re taking it too far |
| Forget a sixteen, I kill it in two bars |
| Forget all the money, forget all the new cars |
| You put that all aside and you’re looking at two stars |
| Oh shit, I pull out my camera |
| Tell man «hold this», two middle fingers up to the feds |
| Tell him that it’s Dwayne and Joseph |
| You’re fucking with underdog psychosis, ey! |
| Ah, if you wanna go deeper than this |
| Nah, they ain’t getting no deeper than this |
| Got North, East, West and South eating |
| Boy Better Know and So Solid: we begin things |
| We begin things, we begin things |
| We begin things, we begin things |
| True, say the label, that’s madness |
| Yeah Skeppy, they wanna draw for the madness |
| I’m a free, how can they say that I’m still on the gangland ting |
| Surrounded by young G’s that bang them thing |
| I’m a cool breeze, I’m relaxing |
| Surrounded by who’s into big banking |
| Yeah, I was thug spitting then all packed in |
| Then recovered the third year like «oh that’s him» |
| «Oh that’s him, oh that’s him |
| He’s the new in thing, oh that’s a win» |
| We came for the pound, my boys are all in |
| And the girls wanna shout like «we's a ballin'» |
| I know you’re pretty though |
| But if I can’t figure you out please you gotta go |
| Please, I’m skanking with all my G’s |
| I pull up in the all black T |
| My niggas and pretty women is all I see |
| In the club we celebrating, pop champagne |
| So I told her to step steady, the floor might be |
| A little slippery, but we never came here to model |
| So tell the waiter to bring ten more bottles |
| I drink that, jump in the car |
| Put the pedal to the metal, full throttle like woah |
| Love for my G’s on the road like woah |
| N17 post code like woah |
| See me on the telly and the video like woah |
| I keep telling them that I’m gonna blow like woah |
| Don’t understand why they wanna hate on a G |
| Man I’ve been killing it since double 0 three |
| Now they wanna be in the same position as me |
| And I’m like… |