Jme, Giggs - Knock Your Block Off lyrics

Lewi B

Man don't need no reason to spit
Man never knew I had a season ticket
Mandem are movin' wicked, wicked
Handle my music, easy, rip it
And all my moves you see are legit
Banging my tune in a GTA whip
Plannin' to do some TDA shit, what?
Spin man in the booth, Superman quick
Man better move like Ludacris hit
Gangster approved, yeah you shouldn't spit
Fam not a clue, you're a new to this shit
Gang on PUBG lootin' a bit
Pan man too, yeah, boom and you're lit
Run out the blue with a Boost, take a sip
What?
You get slapped on screen like parking ticket
Attack the beat, leave scars in the bit
Why's Wiley in a Arsenal kit?
Fam, my G, go ask him innit?
Man's thirsty, yeah parched likkle bit
Back that please, yeah, sip it, sip it
Bang this beat like flippin' Cillit, what?
Don't give a damn about a
MOBO award or a BRIT
Blam like AstroJordz with the clip
Man don't show my remorse for a prick
Chattin' about all this sauce that you drip
Fam your time is tickin', tickin'
Mandem are fake like vegan chicken
Can't catch us man slippin', slippin', what?
Trust me, don't try take a photo sneaky
Ya prick i'll make a bozo delete the pic
Snatch that phone like Yeezy, innit?
No passcode so I'm keepin' your shit
Make man go home wheezin' a bit
Boy Better Know, get widdit, widdit
Best not snitch like Quidditch, Quidditch
What? Nothings in your man bag, yeah
Stop reachin' for it
Jam fam, there's no need for the lip
Badman here, squash beef and I dip
Man that's air, I might leave in a bit
Santander, drop Ps on the whip
All man hears is "chi ching, chi ching"
Next day yeah, mans whippin', whipping, what?

Drop bodies, watch that stopwatch (Yes)
Hot steppin', hot step, hopscotch
Fuck all the "what's hot, what's not"
(All that)
Drop one and knock those socks off (Drop one)
Drop one and knock those socks off (Serious)
Drop one and knock those blocks off
Drop one and knock those socks off (Serious)
Drop one and knock those blocks off

Man ain't got comfy, man ain't complacent
I'm back in the racin', back out the basement
Fed up with jokers, run out of patience
Yeah, you sell out the mandem, man
Run out the bacon
You sell out the mandem, sell out Jamaican
Yeah, sell out the black man
Sell out the nation
Me, I sell out the stage show, smack, bang
It's vacation just whip up the work now
What? Rang out the basin (jheeze)
Dun dun dun, give man the business
Yeah, give man the business, weed, cig
Bring out the rizlas
Yeah, man had the garnet silk 12 inches
Ring out the sizzlers (vintage)
If man got the old school Giggsy mixes
Bring out the gigglers
Yeah, man I was Batman out 'ere, Jokers
Bring out the Riddlers
Don't wanna hear no violence
So it's ring out the fiddlers
Shout out the bros them, big up the sisters
Shout out the grafters, big up the drifters
Pick up the biscuit, bap bap bap bap
Lift up the pistol hop in the bus, said
"floor it, driver, quick, up to Bristol"
Yeah, look at the crystal ball is ballin'
Big up the crystal
Light up your weed and drink and
Smoke 'cause live-ups a ritual
Duh-duh-duh, we get the picture
Your shit is more like Disney, Dreamworks
Kick up the Pixar
Jme and Giggs had to fix up the game
So big up the fixture
Fuck all the mix-up, just whip up the mixture