Merky ACE - Black Hawk Down lyrics

Man better stop talk now
Cuh my darg's got the ting
From Black Hawk Down
Man better stop talk now
Cuh my darg's got the ting
From Black Hawk Down
Man better stop talk now
Cuh my darg's got the ting
From Black Hawk Down
When we say bababa, more than a adlib sound
Got the same ting as John Wayne, vet
I'll be putting dargs down

Man better stop talk cah you know it's frying
Darg got the ting from Saving Private Ryan
And I've got the ting from The Good, The Bad
The Ugly said they're gonna kill me but
These pussies ain't touched me
Wild, wild west ting, but it's South East
Mad Max, Get Bax, you can call me Clint East
I leave my feelings in the house when
I step out on the street
I'm a bait MC with dreads
So I've gotta be discreet
And these fassies turn feds
Wanna point their fingers, me?
I'll be camping at his gates without
A tent or tin of beans
Waiting in the bush for five hours
Dead by any means bally on my face, glove
Plastic bags upon my feet
If I see you anywhere
Then you know what it's gon' be
Devil on my left
Tell angel on my right to go to sleep
So I've gotta spray like Mr
Muscle or like Mr Sheen
Running down these chiefs with ease
Call me David Carradine
All my haters say I'm cocky
All my exes say I'm mean
And my new ting say I beat
Her right and keep her clean
New gyal say my hood is big
Heard that one before
She don't mean Lewisham's large
She means she can't fit it in her jaw
New link said I'm trustworthy cause
His ting is raw
If he tried to sell me press
He would not think that no more
I'm a savage with a sword, top bun
Got me looking like a samurai, of course
Fuck Inspector Morse

Man better stop talk now
Cuh my darg's got the ting
From Black Hawk Down
Man better stop talk now
Cuh my darg's got the ting
From Black Hawk Down
Man better stop talk now
Cuh my darg's got the ting
From Black Hawk Down
When we say bababa, more than a adlib sound
Got the same ting as John Wayne, vet
I'll be putting dargs down

Darg slap the big ting you see in Three Kings
On the high road
Stop acting like you do not know these things
Spinner on me like Unforgiven and High Noon
And it doesn't jam
Your brain will be in the air with the moon
ZX Flux
I don't step out in no kinky high boots
And my hat's a granddad one
But the point is I will shoot
Lift your lid, ain't no talking to the CIDs
Stand over him and wig
Moving like Butch Cass and the Sundance Kid
Ah what the bumba rahtid?
Man should know what they fucking started
Cause the Twitter RTs won't save
You when I bark it tizzy Gang is my team
And that's where my heart is
And my skin may be light
But I'm from the darkness
Cuh my dad was a G but your dad's an arselick
Banana clip in the K, you're an easy target
Man say "it can't be in
England" then say "ahh shit"
When they get their info back
From their fucking asking
And they say "yeah
It's my man that done the marking"
We say charge it to the
Gate and these pussies charging
If they try to pass the bill
Put 'em in a casket
All that clout up on their name
It was me that done it
I put my Ps up on the line
It was me that run it
All that clout up on their name
It was me that done it
I put my Ps up on the line
It was me that run it, i won

Man better stop talk now
Cuh my darg's got the ting
From Black Hawk Down
Man better stop talk now
Cuh my darg's got the ting
From Black Hawk Down
Man better stop talk now
Cuh my darg's got the ting
From Black Hawk Down
When we say bababa, more than a adlib sound
Got the same ting as John Wayne, vet
I'll be putting dargs down