Jme - Food lyrics
[Jme - Food lyrics]
My belly hurts my belly is hurting me
My belly hurts blud i want some food blud
Yo, yo
Food! Blud, my belly is hurting me blud
Food! I'm hungry, I want some
Food! I'm hungry and I want some flipping
Food! Food!
I want some kebab rudeboy
As soon as I step foot in the shop
I know that I don't know what I want
Chicken doner, kofte kebab or
Lamb shish, or a mixed special
Sometimes I get a kofte
Or some next one I can't say properly
(lahmacun) i'm so hungry I'm bitin' my lips
Flippin' hell just get a portion of chips
Blud that's too much salt on my chips
I been bitin' my lips, are you thick
It stings i've lost my appetite
Lickin' the salt off my lips
Throw the chips in the bin
Normal, walk out the shop
Don't forget to say, "Thank you boss"
(Ayy, safe, safe)
Walk to my yard, soon as I land
Go find a toilet and jam
Food!
Don't you love it when you get some real good
Food! Not going out on street and
Eating all of that junk food!
All that take-away and all that shit food!
I want some McD's mcDonald's!
So I pull up, at the drive-thru
They like to call it the McDrive
I'm waiting there for my food
The lady comes, I look in her eyes
"Ay, yo, yo!", then I start bussin' up
At the drive through I always joke
I ask for a large orange coke
Or sometimes I ask for a small large fries
(Some chips) i'm in my early twenties
Pushin' a whip but I'm payin' in pennies
When you get burgers, always check 'em
I eat burgers in fifteen seconds
Ketchup all over my face
Sesame seeds all over the place
As if that wasn't enough to spoil it
Go home spend two days on the toilet
Food! Go home and eat some of that good
Food!
After you been out on road, shottin' that
Food! Come and get a big munch, munch that
Food! On no eediat ting, rudeboy
Nah man, I ain't got no Ps today
So I sit in my yard and check MySpace
As per usual my belly rumbles
Here comes mum to save the day
I say, "Good afternoon", fix my face
Then ask mum to fix me a plate
Be polite if she's in a good mood
I know I'll get some of that good food
Rice, plantain, but no ackee
I'm Nigerian, I deal with shaki
Trust me, it might not sound nice
But I box 'dat back with ground rice
I ain't on a hype ting either
I wash it down with a glass of water
And when I fill up my tummy
Don't forget to say thank you mummy
(Thanks mum, thanks mum)
Food! Some good food, good
Food! Food!
Food!
My belly hurts blud i want some food blud
Yo, yo
Food! Blud, my belly is hurting me blud
Food! I'm hungry, I want some
Food! I'm hungry and I want some flipping
Food! Food!
I want some kebab rudeboy
As soon as I step foot in the shop
I know that I don't know what I want
Chicken doner, kofte kebab or
Lamb shish, or a mixed special
Sometimes I get a kofte
Or some next one I can't say properly
(lahmacun) i'm so hungry I'm bitin' my lips
Flippin' hell just get a portion of chips
Blud that's too much salt on my chips
I been bitin' my lips, are you thick
It stings i've lost my appetite
Lickin' the salt off my lips
Throw the chips in the bin
Normal, walk out the shop
Don't forget to say, "Thank you boss"
(Ayy, safe, safe)
Walk to my yard, soon as I land
Go find a toilet and jam
Food!
Don't you love it when you get some real good
Food! Not going out on street and
Eating all of that junk food!
All that take-away and all that shit food!
I want some McD's mcDonald's!
So I pull up, at the drive-thru
They like to call it the McDrive
I'm waiting there for my food
The lady comes, I look in her eyes
"Ay, yo, yo!", then I start bussin' up
At the drive through I always joke
I ask for a large orange coke
Or sometimes I ask for a small large fries
(Some chips) i'm in my early twenties
Pushin' a whip but I'm payin' in pennies
When you get burgers, always check 'em
I eat burgers in fifteen seconds
Ketchup all over my face
Sesame seeds all over the place
As if that wasn't enough to spoil it
Go home spend two days on the toilet
Food! Go home and eat some of that good
Food!
After you been out on road, shottin' that
Food! Come and get a big munch, munch that
Food! On no eediat ting, rudeboy
Nah man, I ain't got no Ps today
So I sit in my yard and check MySpace
As per usual my belly rumbles
Here comes mum to save the day
I say, "Good afternoon", fix my face
Then ask mum to fix me a plate
Be polite if she's in a good mood
I know I'll get some of that good food
Rice, plantain, but no ackee
I'm Nigerian, I deal with shaki
Trust me, it might not sound nice
But I box 'dat back with ground rice
I ain't on a hype ting either
I wash it down with a glass of water
And when I fill up my tummy
Don't forget to say thank you mummy
(Thanks mum, thanks mum)
Food! Some good food, good
Food! Food!
Food!