That Shiiit (Ft. Ias Balaskas)

Lyrics

[Hook - Ias Balaskas] This goes out to the yout's on the mopeds Girls with the curls All the shottaz and the dope heads Cats in the flats With the bats and the gats Kids gettin' jacked for their Nike Air Max This one's for the North and the East heads Bigwigs, all the nerds and the street heads Big dreads with their gold rope chain Highbury ends to the White Hart Lane This one's for the South and the West Where your dad says "shweet" And your mate says "bless" Big it up for the hoes and the queens Criss lookin' teens in their Miss Sixty jeans Gotta love them, kiss it up and hug them Boys wanna rub them, girls wanna mug them Feds watch as they cotch on the blocks Tots licking shots in their hot li'l plots [Verse - Chester P] Duck pigs like Roscoe, cold like Moscow Left paralysed to watch moss grow Like a four by four took you off road Sitting in your endz like a arrow in a crossbow I don't care if you feel like a honcho Looking outta place like a manpy in a pothole My ingenious is gospel Indigenous apostle Brand all you fake cats Roswells Tryna tell me they rock bells Weighs on the same scale As tryna tell the Devil that there ain't Hell So I'm watching them ring bells Pulling their pigtails Deep cats drown in my ink well Bring spells, bad weather and ill health Never on the scene 'cause I operate in stealth Wanna test me step to the pits of Hell I ain't gonna kill Bill Bill'll wanna kill himself In a cell getting threats from a silhouette Passing a twos like a schoolboy cigarette You'll be dropped right off on the docks Log side up, punctured with dog bites Take nine lives and your nine wives and I rock mics Slang locked tight like a lock knife Knocked packs like shottaz down Lockside I ain't gonna stop like a robber on a hot bike Mr sound man never got the sound right How you gonna mix with the cable round your windpipe? Left you hanging in your booth like a wind chime Pulling at the chord in a last bid to win time I know cockneys who call cabs sherbets And wear Ben Sherman's and burgled in Surbiton Now they're doing big birds out in Birmingham Serving their term 'till the system's returning 'em I know hoodrats fuck with the germ in 'em Whoever leaves sperm in 'em dick starts burning 'em Only hope it ain't burns that are permanent Some of them burns carry germs that can murder them Mister minister what you gonna say to them They don't really think it's gonna work if you pray for them Mister officer lookin' for a suspect Why you stoppin' us? 'cause we look like we're roughnecks You'll be pulling out your cuffs next All of this upset for tryna wear my hoody in public Mr Blair always says what he'll do for us Every other day he's lookin' more like he's Lucifer Merk a million, fingerprint silicone Fassy get robbed out here like prince William Sin City living doorway homocidian Got more tales than a pack of reptilians Slangs agg like a gang of Brazilians In a sweat box with a clan of Parisians You get crushed when you clash the Meridian Slang leaves you wet like a human amphibian [Bidge - Ias Balaskas] If you think you can bring it Step up front, you can sing it If you come to my show Just one song that you'll know [Bridge - Chester P] When I grip that mic That's that shit In the heat of the night That's that shit When the crowd get high That's that shiiit [Hook - Ias Balaskas] This goes out to the yout's on the mopeds Girls with the curls All the shottaz and the dope heads Cats in the flats With the bats and the gats Kids gettin' jacked for their Nike Air Max This one's for the North and the East heads Bigwigs, all the nerds and the street heads Big dreads with their gold rope chain Highbury ends to the White Hart Lane This one's for the South and the West Where your dad says "shweet" And your mate says "bless" Big it up for the hoes and the queens Criss lookin' teens in their Miss Sixty jeans Gotta love them, kiss it up and hug them Boys wanna rub them, girls wanna mug them Feds watch as they cotch on the blocks Tots licking shots in their hot li'l plots