Splurgeboys, P Money, Frisco - Don't Talk Back lyrics
[Splurgeboys, P Money, Frisco - Don't Talk Back lyrics]
Can't level up
Jump in the pan, get bass and treble up
It can be me and (Splurgeboys)
Don't care if you're four, five
Six or seven up
When I'm on the riddim, it's a mad ting
Violate me, it's a mad ting, sad ting
(Trackerz) your - gave me the number
But don't watch nuttin'
I ain't even gonna bell it up
Send it up straight to his headtop
And if we get stopped
You better plead the fifth
And turn into a singer, you best not
Cause, I gotta stay far from (Trackerz)
F-R-I to the S-C
L-O-N-Don is where I meet S T
And if we can't get the something inside
You can still get the blade
No Brown or Wesley sky! (Trackerz)
Jump in the pan get sky!
Jump in the pan get sky!
Jump in the pan get (Hadouken, Trackerz)
Jump in the pan get sky!
Jump in the pan get sky! Jump in the pan get
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 fight)
Show no fear, I don't panic
I'm a soldier, tell 'em round here
We don't have it
In beef, you won't manage, you know why?
Cause in beef there's no cabbage, no way
Not this year, I won't have it
Box your whip in
Pull out the pap pap pap pap
Now it's aerodynamic
I applaud loud, they're scared when I clap it
Girls' legs in the air when I tap it
Ain't got nuttin' on me, I'll
Turn you into a joke, blud
That she got, couldn't hang my coat up
Let that soak up
Sure man are ready for wars, don't phase me
I lift 'em all off, you're playing with
(Splurgeboys)
Flatten your face if you're acting coked up
Shut the place down like hold on, hold up
What did he say?
Been doing this ting
From way back when, I swear
Won't stop till I've got the
Whole ting on lock
I'm cream of the crop, I swear
Big boy rocks, check out the shoulders
Gotta wear big boy tops
Try walk in my shoes
Get big boy holes in your socks
Look, I don't care, mash up the dance
I swear man going hard, I swear
(Splurgeboys) Been through the wars
And I still show no wear and tear
Called out the PAP, man brought out the PAP
One can of the Guinness in and
Still mash up the D-A-N-C
Man are setting them paces
Ain't done up their laces
Man only deal with the greatest
Ain't caught up in the latest
Man are moving murky
Don't talk and I don't watch faces
These shit MCs get straight flushed
Cause my team carry the aces
Jump in the pan, get bass and treble up
It can be me and (Splurgeboys)
Don't care if you're four, five
Six or seven up
When I'm on the riddim, it's a mad ting
Violate me, it's a mad ting, sad ting
(Trackerz) your - gave me the number
But don't watch nuttin'
I ain't even gonna bell it up
Send it up straight to his headtop
And if we get stopped
You better plead the fifth
And turn into a singer, you best not
Cause, I gotta stay far from (Trackerz)
F-R-I to the S-C
L-O-N-Don is where I meet S T
And if we can't get the something inside
You can still get the blade
No Brown or Wesley sky! (Trackerz)
Jump in the pan get sky!
Jump in the pan get sky!
Jump in the pan get (Hadouken, Trackerz)
Jump in the pan get sky!
Jump in the pan get sky! Jump in the pan get
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 fight)
Show no fear, I don't panic
I'm a soldier, tell 'em round here
We don't have it
In beef, you won't manage, you know why?
Cause in beef there's no cabbage, no way
Not this year, I won't have it
Box your whip in
Pull out the pap pap pap pap
Now it's aerodynamic
I applaud loud, they're scared when I clap it
Girls' legs in the air when I tap it
Ain't got nuttin' on me, I'll
Turn you into a joke, blud
That she got, couldn't hang my coat up
Let that soak up
Sure man are ready for wars, don't phase me
I lift 'em all off, you're playing with
(Splurgeboys)
Flatten your face if you're acting coked up
Shut the place down like hold on, hold up
What did he say?
Been doing this ting
From way back when, I swear
Won't stop till I've got the
Whole ting on lock
I'm cream of the crop, I swear
Big boy rocks, check out the shoulders
Gotta wear big boy tops
Try walk in my shoes
Get big boy holes in your socks
Look, I don't care, mash up the dance
I swear man going hard, I swear
(Splurgeboys) Been through the wars
And I still show no wear and tear
Called out the PAP, man brought out the PAP
One can of the Guinness in and
Still mash up the D-A-N-C
Man are setting them paces
Ain't done up their laces
Man only deal with the greatest
Ain't caught up in the latest
Man are moving murky
Don't talk and I don't watch faces
These shit MCs get straight flushed
Cause my team carry the aces