CB, Woosh - Intro lyrics
[CB, Woosh - Intro lyrics]
What, yeah?
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah come on! Dunknow dunknow get me! cB! get
Me live-o from the Marsh 23 ain't nothing
Hideous! get me! shout my
Nigga Woosh! gang Unit!
Banger init! gaza! niggas know the drill
Don't get killed init! get me! free the
Guys! my nigga Woosh doing his
Ting! big up the ends! big up
The Gaza! free Northside Newham! yeah!
The same brothers that I'm
Trying overule with
That's the same brothers that I
Went to school with
I was smart for my age, so I never had olders
You ain't never felt pain
I carried my mum on my shoulders
What's there to live for after that
It ain't like I got kids
It's not like I'm a dad
But I ain't tryna' stand
On the corner on the curb
Cause I ain't got the patience
Like a doctor with no work
Stop watching what I made
From that last half a brick
Cause little man, that's not your concern
And free my bro Rams
He's in jail for long term
I could be there to, if I take the wrong turn
But the only bird
That I'm tryna see is when I'm out of food
So watch who you keep around you
Cah a quarter of your company's snakey
And half of your company's shakey
Only a quarter keep it real
Me, I just do it for the thrill
It's not a tangerine when
Suttin's getting peeled
My boy telling me he's soon home
He don't wanna borrow money when
He said he's feeling alone
We should be in the mosque
Practising about a prophet
But the young ones in the kitchen
Trying practice to get profit
So they can cop a stick
And then take it to their oppers strip
(to their oppers strip)
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah come on! Dunknow dunknow get me! cB! get
Me live-o from the Marsh 23 ain't nothing
Hideous! get me! shout my
Nigga Woosh! gang Unit!
Banger init! gaza! niggas know the drill
Don't get killed init! get me! free the
Guys! my nigga Woosh doing his
Ting! big up the ends! big up
The Gaza! free Northside Newham! yeah!
The same brothers that I'm
Trying overule with
That's the same brothers that I
Went to school with
I was smart for my age, so I never had olders
You ain't never felt pain
I carried my mum on my shoulders
What's there to live for after that
It ain't like I got kids
It's not like I'm a dad
But I ain't tryna' stand
On the corner on the curb
Cause I ain't got the patience
Like a doctor with no work
Stop watching what I made
From that last half a brick
Cause little man, that's not your concern
And free my bro Rams
He's in jail for long term
I could be there to, if I take the wrong turn
But the only bird
That I'm tryna see is when I'm out of food
So watch who you keep around you
Cah a quarter of your company's snakey
And half of your company's shakey
Only a quarter keep it real
Me, I just do it for the thrill
It's not a tangerine when
Suttin's getting peeled
My boy telling me he's soon home
He don't wanna borrow money when
He said he's feeling alone
We should be in the mosque
Practising about a prophet
But the young ones in the kitchen
Trying practice to get profit
So they can cop a stick
And then take it to their oppers strip
(to their oppers strip)