Skepta - Bag of Grease lyrics

[Hook 1: Footsie] Somebody told me the game was dying Somebody told me the game was drying up And they want one big bag of grease When it comes to the Generals, straight bag of grease And you dun know we're doing it straight from East Somebody told me the game was dying Somebody told me the game was drying up And they want one big bag of grease When it comes to the Generals, straight bag of grease And you dun know we're doing it straight from East [Verse 1: D Double E] Somebody told me the game was dying Somebody said that it's drying out Don't know 'bout you man, man are flying out Don't know 'bout you man, man have got bookings Newham Generals, we get a look-in Everyting's nice just like my granny cooking Bag of good food on the table [?] able Cuh man are the deepest camp when it comes to performing We don't ramp, every minute, man are touring Us man are live and dem man are boring With the effort, blud, we put more in That's why all the neighbours are encoring That's why all the ravers, they're imploring Come to the show, blud, it's far from boring You man are deadout [Hook 2: Footsie] Somebody told me the game was dying Somebody told me the game was drying up And they want one big bag of grease So I phoned my greasiest link in North Skepta from BBK, of course [Verse 2: Skepta] Even though I've been away for a hot minute "What'd you mean, you fool?" is still a hot lyric I rep my team all day so even if the belt's Gucci You know what I drop with it I took my grime flow, went pop with it And I'mma go straight to the top with it But Footsie sent the beat, told me to murk it So there's no way I will not k** it I see a lot of man moving like they just ate spinach Me? I make beats and write lyrics But when it kicks off, I'm in the front row Like I bought the most expensive ticket I've got n***as in the hood on my phone like "Don't watch that, Skepta, let me k** him" They can't wait to come out, put my hands on my belly And I swear you'll feel them kicking [Hook 1: Footsie] Somebody told me the game was dying Somebody told me the game was drying up And they want one big bag of grease When it comes to the Generals, straight bag of grease And you dun know we're doing it straight from East (Dun know the dun know) [Verse 3: Footsie] Somebody told me the game was dying I said "nah, blud, you've gotta be lying These UK artists, they just ain't trying" What CDs has he been buying? Wipe your tears, son, stop crying I'm bringing the UK back I'll carry the whole scene on my back Dem man are, dem man are, dem man are hard Yeah, the Generals are back in the place Act up and you will get a smack in your face And put straight back in your place Yeah, I was chilling before When I said "f** that" and jumped back in the race Now look, now I'm back in your face I'll take my place at the front of the race (Cause I was in this rave one time and...) [Hook 1: Footsie] Somebody told me the game was dying Somebody told me the game was drying up And they want one big bag of grease When it comes to the Generals, straight bag of grease And you dun know we're doing it straight from East