BBC Radio, P Money, Nolay, Ghetts - Hip Hop is Dead Freestyle lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[BBC Radio, P Money, Nolay, Ghetts - Hip Hop is Dead Freestyle lyrics]
She four years younger
What the fuck she think I'm with her for?
She told me get the hell out, I'm packing
I need a minute
Hold on, you say you want me gone
So who you cookin' dinner for?
Mmm, that looks good, I'm staying
When I said you weren't a good cook
I was playing
Come here, give me that good good
What you saying? Don't tease me
Let me push my hood all the way in
Sometimes, I wanna argue for the make up sex
Need it in the morning
Or I spend the whole day upset
If I'm the man of your dreams
Then you should wake up wet
I'm surprised not one of our
Neighbours really hate us yet
Whoa, yeah, they say the walls have ears
Babe
There's four walls and they all can hear
Babe whoa, I say the ceiling has feelings
It must be lean
Cuh the smoke's right beneath it
Weed, so loud
I just hope these walls can keep a secret
Even though there's no award
For the speechless i walk the walk
And ruin floors with my sneakers
Normal procedures, late night studio
Ordering pizzas
Jerome should be over the moon
What the fuck's he complaining about?
It should feel like it's a
Privilege recording this G shit
Book an appointment with a nail technician
If you ungrateful motherfuckers
Wanna see tips when I say I'm going ham
Fam, I don't mean E6
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Don't make me the weakest
It makes me the realest
Music's based on emotion, believe it
So this beat's getting
The emotional treatment
I'm digging deeper than the average rapper
I see murders getting they ain't
Catch on the camera, right in front of me
A man getting stabbed in his bladder
Right in front of me
Youts getting badder and badder
Right in front of me
You wanna be the man in the
Manor? Good luck with that
You'll probably get killed by the same
Youts that looked up to man
Diced in the alley when police left
These kids'll leave a nigga
Lying in the street, dead
Sometimes it's like a Western in the East End
Grandad said if we ain't fighting
With our fists then
We should be categorised as weak men
But, you see when everyone's
Got a strap 'cause-
I know what these niggas want
They want a chain that swing
And bitch in a thong
Money in the air and a jacuzzi on the lawn
Drugs, sex, rock and roll
They're dabbling in porn
Uh, don't you know it's fun
The man in the office want
A raise and a promotion he got a mistress
And a wife for the devotion
Hoping the affair runs smooth like lotion
His wife want a divorce
But he don't know of course
Till she fucks his boss and like
To ride him like a horse
She gonna split with his money in the Porsche
And she greedy, so a little bit more
The hoes want the dick and
The dogs want the kitty
The pimp want a prostitute to
Make his arse rich the waiter want a tip
The alcoholic want a drink
And a playa wants his old
Bitch to take the hint
The sad want happiness
The shadow wanna follow
The singer at the shit gig wanna do Apollo
We all wanna live forever, so fuck YOLO
And, uh the killer wanna murder
The victim wanna live the greedy want more
And the generous wanna give
The penniless want a quid
And the flat chested lady want
Two double D tit's
I'm smart because of my mother
If you put me in a category
Make sure it's other
I ain't like these other rappers
I'm different
I don't approve of using words people used to
Use to make fun of my colour
While these other rappers were dissing
And bredding each other
I was paying the rent
Looking after bills and my brother
Got mother a four bed
Climbing the property ladder
What have you done for
Your mother? That's right, nada
Base thicker than dumb and dumber
Sixteen lines were-
Yes, Charlie let me go again on this one
We like this
I didn't even rap, but I'm tryna sing
Send that to my grime dons though
OGz in the area, RIP NE rIP Younger Kraver
Yeah, lemme go
I'm smarter because of my mother
If you put me in a category
Make sure it's other
I ain't like these other rappers
I'm different
I don't approve of using words people used to
Use to make fun of my colour
While these other rappers were dissing
And bredding each other
I was paying the rent
Looking after bills and my brother
Got mother a four bed
Climbing the property ladder
What have you done for
Your mother? That's right, nada
Base thicker than dumb and dumber
Sixteen lines were popping
I need another number
"I'm an original, I know where I'm from"
Okay, so why you pronouncing one
Hundred as one hunna?
See that shit makes my soul suffer
Baller which park, you're a toe punter
Same game, but famous for different reasons
I'm pitching in a field
This motherfucker is a home runner
See my enemies screaming that
There's a storm coming
Tell 'em I said lightning ain't
Shit if there's no thunder
Bet me what, you're no punter with no hunger
And you're no hunter, you're full of bogey
You nose runner i flow cold all year cause
I don't know summer
I know my lines when it comes to clashing
I'm no fluffer i'm in stitches
Bitches claiming they don't need
A father figure
Why you tryna holla to get to know poppa?
See I know about your haters, my brotha
A real brother clocks them all when
He's on the come up
Wreck my house, and I'll wreck yours
I'll take any lover
I'll be screaming "hubba, hubba, hubba"
If she's a stunner
I ain't as skinny as I used to be
I got the belly now
So mr chubba chubbs givin'
Her the chubba chubba met her at three
I was ready to stunt on the stunner
Made a move at 3: 16 and stunted the stunner
There you go again acting like mister lover
Lover
Yeah but P, I really love her, love her
Claiming you love each other
But she's undercover
With another lover and she's about
To reach for another rubber
I ain't gonna lie
I think we were made for each other
Cause she's a sucker for love
And I fuckin' love a sucker come on
How's she gonna reach for another rubber?
And that's your baby mother aah, I'ma-