Bashy - North West Music lyrics
It's where I live man, North West 10, North West 6 Stand up North West 3, North West 1 Whatever man, however high it goes Listen, uh, yo, look [Verse 1] Round here the tugs move boxes, they got iced out watches Yellow stones in their teeth and crosses Certain man are smart, put deposits on yards Cause they know they cannot spend their whole life shotting Out to the North West gal who love gossip Love to know who's f**ing who and who's hiding in who's closet And who's hair's real and who's hairs weave And who's baby father chirped two up in Dream But bare North West gal are wocking Taking some co*king while their baby father them are locked in, that's liberties Cause round 'ere, it's not how nice you are It's how big your co*k is, have you got ratings, how much is in your wallet Certain man will say their chain cost ten, when their chain cost three Get exposed when they're robbed for it Certain man are fronting, they should really stop it I love the ends though, ca' when the machines come out That's when you find out who's on it Who wasn't, who backed it, who dust like Sonic Let somebody get shot, give me twenty minutes Make a couple phone calls, I can find out who's shot him Cause man talk like gal in hairdressers Plus a lot of man do boxing, be careful who you're rocking Nuff man are going gym, strengthening their dome Cause when it's on it's on, if you've got the strap or not And nuff man lust over gal Buying bare presents, bare back 'em, get bun and end up in Patrick Clements Girls love guys who move bird, chicken heads are unpleasant Any pigeons mind out with them pheasants Slip? Not me bro! Might catch me from time to time in Harlesden, copping a meatloaf It's nuts in the manor bro Nuff man are like, 'f** Carnival', but catch man on the Harrow Road Tryna catch them outta manor hoes On a serious note though Toni-Ann Byfield, may God have her soul, may she rest in piece It's all nuts though, that happened just down the road Yeah that was f**rie star but my zones is on a hype ting And two many man think they're f**ing hard So get cut with gla** or get duppied fast And all the hood does is just say good and laugh And when them gun shots beat in a rave, I know nuttin star Look that's just how it is And man's favourite line is, 's** your Mudda star' f** you, p**y I'm a wicked man beat shots at your Mudda's yard Like bumbaclaat, every body running everywhere Someone on the floor with a slug in heart And this is the truth, it's North West music That gully, gully, North West music yeah [Hook] This here is that North West music That gully, gully, North West music yeah And I live this and we live this and we live this Don't you know oh? This here is that North West music That gully, gully, North West music yeah And I live this and we live this Don't you know oh?