GI - Smack Haze lyrics
No comment filled the evidence book, check the veterans look Some of the boys they be selling the stuff I don't judge them, medicine spread it in blunts Got me self a delicate muff, who's not the best of a cook An elegant s*ut that never remembers to flush But keeps it hush when I'm on the suss with intelligent crooks And doesn't mind me being dressed like a scruff Street eminence struck and he was left in some cuffs I'm from a place where every Residents rough And f**ed suffering from revenue cuts See I was chilling listening to Grover Washington Watching the polo's washing in the sink I don't be washering, I roll with doctrines That think before they hold you hostage and then if you blink then the only option is to run Cause I run with the lads, you running with f*gs You handbags get cut-up and put into bags and thrown into vans And left in undiscoverable lands, You understand? When they're under demand they put your gut in your hand for under a grand Under the sand, I know some crack-pipes that do it for just a couple of grams I'm looking to Dan, I look to the fam' for guidance Violence got me walking round with a f**ing minus Sign this, scratch no deals we avoid them, Sometimes I do be thinking I've no either no luck or I've bad luck Got me in the bad-books with a fat pump sticking up your Ladbrokes, Visualising always end up in some handcuffs f** it anyway I brushed it off like it was dandruff Scheming up our next ambush, seeing where it lands us If you speaking our language, you peeping the stanzas Deep beneath in its canvas Beats from the streets where they brand us bandits Never had our chances handed, Creeping, advancing like a dick on some penis enhancments But you ain't f**ing with the real we ain't believing you chancers I see the surveillance vans circulating, documenting all the perpetrating While the serpents waiting, observing as the circles breaking Yo are you fearing Satan, if he was appearing blatant Would you take a couple of grand desert your mates and serve the bacon? You f*gs is girly face it I'll make you watch while I give your girl a facial You rats be in the circuit racing I'm clearly wasted I'm puffing on the pearly tasting I'd nearly swear it's laced in gear, that's just being out-straight kid Smack haze that's what we call it!