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Ghost town
Andale motherfuckers
Dabbla
Arriba and all them tings there
Jam Baxter
Listen
Yeah
Nah actually fucking listen
Motherfucker I'm ill
Yeah I'm gonna get it on smash
Every single minute of the day, any how, any way
That you want it Iím on it I gotta dash in a flash
When i pull up in a car that's crashed
Stunting like man of the match
With a brand new batch
And a brand new bag
And a brand new chick
And a brand new pad
That brand new shit
I put it down you slag
Yeah
Iíve had enough of the talk
Everybody's running but they can't ever walk
So I walk in the place with a smile on my face
And a wyle out with a drink I ain't even bought
And you can take that to the piggy
Wagwan officer everyting jiggy?
Fancy a ciggie?
Course not, cause you on the job and you ain't clocked off
S'no biggie
But donít get it back to the front
I will say "bitch, motherfucker and cunt"
Not just on record but in front of my mum
And ill do that till I turn hundred and one
Or maybe hundred and two
Stepped in the game now it's under my shoe
Can't say anythings changed I'm the same prick
That I was two thousand and five
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Are we really heading into Armageddon?
Seems like thatís what they're shoving down our throats
Itís our future, lets make it our own, what you reckon?
I was always told life was hard
Buy a big house and drive a nice car
In school if you asked me what I wanna be
Back then I would have said the first boy on mars
All I wanna do is get lean with my team
If you know what I mean say "Yeah"
I drink, I puff, I can't get enough
And I couldnít give a fuck like "Yeah"
All I really wanna do is make news with my crew
If you know how we do go "Yeah"
Don't care what they say, man I run away
I'm gonna grind all day like "Yeah!"
I'm done with the stupid questions
Never called this a new direction
Just ghost town runs with a huge collection
And i cant part these two, rude to mention
So nah, I ain't gonna jam to the usual
Bare man gassed from a bag full of bugles
Deep in my side and believe in the the hype
While I seen all my life I turn a staff to a poodle
Nah, be truthful, all I seen
Is a whole bag of kids with assorted dreams
And bare bad manners and a fucked up bladder
Cause they sniffed all the tranq', lets applaud 'em please
I ainít tryin'a get rinsed as a preacher
But why would your best friend tick you a litre
Can you pour all these in a big blue box, in a singular freezer
Shining, surrounded by cracked out women
He didn't buy a drink, get your shank out, kill him
Nah that's Baxter, jam down with him
Yep, chilling, club full of oddballs
Bare man in skin tight jeans looking hostile
Me I'm on a tracksuit ting with an HF tee and the bouncer ainít on my ensemble
Bruv, you seen them brehs
Ah, fuck it, I don't even care
There's bare loud rigs in a warehouse
Rinsing a tear out come fam lets pop there
Bare hard work and it's finally crisp
So I'mma do me and keep running on stage
And spraying bars 'till I gotta slide for a piss
All I wanna do is get lean with my team
If you know what I mean say "Yeah"
I drink, I puff, I can't get enough
And I couldnít give a fuck like "Yeah"
All I really wanna do is make news with my crew
If you know how we do go "Yeah"
Don't care what they say, man I run away
I'm gonna grind all day like "Yeah!"
There ainít no better tag team Iíve seen lately
Giving them a high speed chase on the daily
Me, Jam Baxter and Ghost Town baby
Love it when the flow sound lazy
Make you wanna go down, throw down
Get into a show down, ho down, low down
May be crazy, praying that the game don't change me
Same old me and a nut yeah
Trying to get my whole team up there
But they're fucking with the flow
Cause they double—o by the blow like "fuck yeah"
And all your gonna hear is "tut tut"
Brothers wanna cock block
What we got not go on rude boy, take a potshot
And what you what blood, yeah, and whatnot Knock—knock. Who's there? You can't touch
Us, Dance when we come drum bar When the bombs drop
Nonstop, feels like God dropping hot rocks
Straight off the roof, get loose in the cosmos
Jump off the compost heap all fragrant
Anytime, gettin' paid ever wakens
Bed schooled witches and bloodstained aprons
Abseiling till your brains like a raisin
Your fan base is an alienator
Small champagne and await the invasion
Who's that trapped in a 2—D movie
Too lean, two feet chained to the pavement?
You. You, you and you, stay there
Cause us three man on a tune ainít fair
And all I wanna do is get mashed with my fam
If you're down for the jam, say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"
All I wanna do is get lean with my team
If you know what I mean say "Yeah"
I drink, I puff, I can't get enough
And I couldnít give a fuck like "Yeah"
All I really wanna do is make news with my crew
If you know how we do go "Yeah"
Don't care what they say, man I run away
I'm gonna grind all day like "Yeah!"