Ocean Wisdom, Foreign Beggars - Doolally lyrics

Doolally, you be acting doolally
Too pally pally with them loose scabbies
Newsflash, you man are too flashy
Who's dat? It's your new daddy oh my lordy
Brudda's tryna stick me for my
Paper and my glory
But no, no, they roar me and applaud me
Certain man try stop me cause
Me flop inside the

Yo, lyric a day
Wizzy be writing a lyric a day
Some of my breddas on minimum wage
Some of their breddas are sniffing the K
People around me are fondling keys
People around me are telling me straight
If I was you and I had all the steeze
I wouldn't stop 'til I had all the cake
Cake, lyric a day
Wizzy be writing a lyric a day
If a ting want to see Widdy and Flame
They'll be sticking it in
And she limping away
'Cause she give a brilliant brain
'Cause she know that her mans
Got a brilliant brain
And she loves when I spit
At a ridiculous pace
On a stage and her clit and
Her tit's and her face (Jokes doe)
Lyric a day wizzy be writing a lyric a day
All of my mandem are bringing the heat
All of your mandem are in a brigade
Wettest, sloppiest, bars that I've ever seen
When you spitting you dousing the flames
That's how my mandem are roaming the street
Never missing a beat like we in a parade
What's the meaning of life?
Mans pondering on the meaning of life
Man wanna tell me 'bout
Premium price when he's
Selling me something that's not even nice
That's what we need to survive 'cause the
Selfish intention will lead you to thrive
That's what you need to survive with chicken
And rice and peas every night, fam eat like
Lyric a day wizzy be writing a lyric a day
Mandem are shook with the hebegebies
What you gon' do when I spit in your face
Oh, you've got a zed of the grade
Usually moving 11 a day
New management and he turns it into something
If you send a complaint I'll
Be telling him straight

Doolally, you be acting doolally
Too pally pally with them loose scabbies
Newsflash, you man are too flashy
Who's dat? It's your new daddy oh my lordy
Brudda's tryna stick me for my
Paper and my glory
But no, no, they roar me and applaud me
Certain man try stop me cause
Me flop inside the

A lot of rappers gassing like
They got them lyrics coming
I hear their talking and talking
But they ain't saying nothing
Flexing like they're heavy but really
They ten a penny my senate is extra messy so
Allow the unnecessary fraff it's O Wizzy
Foreign Beggars let's give 'em a mixture
Fellas they getting twisted
We chilling but still get the
Pick of the litter
I'm living it up, feeling the love
These rappers is missing the picture
I sip at more than my fill
My bredrins still be swilling the mixer
Haha, I deliver like none other
I dumbfound these founded clowns
With no cover
I'm so Satwa, sharmut, fuck your fatwā
You might as well assume the
Position and move it backwards
Let me work this ting
Wheel up yeah that's a certain ting
Beggars in the mix, bigger than a
Mil, still on the mish, tryna hurt this ting
Manna merk this ting
Certain man act like them in this ting
But, I weren't listening, not interesting
Tryna work this, merk this CD
I'm still learning king

Doolally, you be acting doolally
Too pally pally with them loose scabbies
Newsflash, you man are too flashy
Who's dat? It's your new daddy oh my lordy
Brudda's tryna stick me for my
Paper and my glory
But no, no, they roar me and applaud me
Certain man try stop me cause
Me flop inside the

Lyric a day
'Trop'll be dropping a lyric a day
Them man ain't got nothing but gimmicks
Going on with their mimicking ways
See most of them live for the fame
I live on a different plain
I'll all about pushing the boundaries
While you stick to the same as if
You were sick in the brain
Brain, sick of the same
Sick of the talk of the game
Sick of the picture they paint
They're sniffing the 'caine
They're flipping a brick and a
Chain, the triggers like click, click bang
And the innocent kids that they claim
The ignorant chick in the Range
If she wasn't stripping
The image of women can change
In the eyes of the kids that we raise, raise
In the hope that they live out their days
Trying to cope at a difficult age where
Even the youngers are swinging the blade
Blade that's another they stick in a cage
That's a mother that struggles in vein
A father or brother that's stricken with rage
It's a cycle that never gone break
'til you're left in a medical state
I ain't pushing this spread
And the hate cause
That suffocate the breathe that we take
And I know that I'm meant to be great
My heads in the place
Seeking the juice that these
Breddas can't fake
Beggars and Ocean, ahead of the pack
When you something on a track
You can never replace