Tempa T, Giggs - Likkle Pickney lyrics
[Tempa T, Giggs - Likkle Pickney lyrics]
My man sayin' he's bad
But he ain't Scarface, no
Bun him out all over of the town
Didn't know his Dad's my bro
Man ain't inna no trap
Tell a likkle man go home
Wanna act up?
Please man, you're just a pickney
Man ain't bangin' no skengs
Man I'm hard like a gypsy
Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney
Likkle man claimin' streets
When I bang my bullets don't frisbee
I don't know this likkle man claimin' steets
Said he popped down nuff man
He ain't been in basic beef
Said he goes hard on the road
Nah man he ain't chasing P's
Said he goes hard on the road
Nah man he's a basic thief
Who really knows this guy
Who really know this neek?
Ain't been about for a minute
Touch down - better know it's peak
Listen up, your big man
True say you're just a pickney for me
Man, man said he bust bare case
But he just chat for police
You could have a thousand bags
You could have a thousand bags
You could be dressed in a suit
I could be dressed in rags
Left a mans' top bare hole-y
See a man gank and stab
Man will tek with the roley's
See a man punch and jab
Man stop thinkin' it's knife
Man will just punch and jab
If I punch man in the face
Man will hit concrete slab
See man stand on the curb
See a man standing bad
Got two spinners on deck
Man will start bursting live
Why's man goin' on like Scarface though?
My man sayin' he's bad
But he ain't Scarface, no
Bun him out all over of the town
Didn't know his Dad's my bro
Man ain't inna no trap
Tell a likkle man go home
Wanna act up?
Please man, you're just a pickney
Man ain't bangin' no skengs
Man I'm hard like a gypsy
Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney
Likkle man clamin' streets
When I bang my bullets don't frisbee
It's that ahh bloody mash that
Armed with the flow hard-body flashback
After the show, get half of the cash back
Dark on the road, I'm daft in the
Talk on the phone, man dance in your snapback
Who's that shark on the throne
Just park at the mans
Who's this darker opponent
Spark her and splash that
Start up the motor, park up the hatchback
It's calm on the roads
Straight after he crashed that
Scar from my neck
Mad sharp with my head back
Man just laugh at the rest
Man's laughin' like ha ha
Straight Harry Hatchet, hack with the hatcher
Feds better catch up, snap with the catcher
Shit's getting flipped and slapped
With the spatula
Man's got an itch and MAC be the scratcher
Pricks gettin' bricked and cracked
With the fracture quick get the suitcase
Man's eating and you've got a toothache
Man's pullin' up like - what?
Coz Giggs got a new tape
Man rollin' up just chargin'
That Giggs in the 2 chain
Dat da da dat, Dan Gorgan
Back for the retake
Quick, get a knife and fork out
And slap me a beef steak back for the replay
Scratch, I'm a DJ
Think because a man's from London
You get smacked with a tea tray
Why's man goin' on like Scarface though?
My man sayin' he's bad
But he ain't Scarface, no
Bun him out all over of the town
Didn't know his Dad's my bro
Man ain't inna no trap
Tell a likkle man go home
Wanna act up?
Please man, you're just a pickney
Man ain't bangin' no skengs
Man I'm hard like a gypsy
Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney
Likkle man clamin' streets
When I bang my bullets don't frisbee