Plenty Of Everything

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tugz] Yo (What?) Told this chick man she's way too pretty She won't act nervous where there's Tugz about (Wait) Summer time North West hot and the G boys know there's hella guns about Don't frown at me in the food shop I ask you what's good now you saying my name Should of said wagwan G from the start now I'm gripping my pouch and I'm looking this way (Ah) My runner hates when I'm in the field he says if I get bagged he won't hear no music But fuck it I love it for this line up stuff, bill a few spliffs in a city that do keys The grind don't stop if your line don't pop then rudeboi go put some work in It was John and Terry's yard I put some work in Chelsea's junk watch in Soho workin' (Woo) [Verse 2: Jimmy] Whеn I stain my man he said I'm a dead man Just cause hе couldn't get his weight back Only thing I run away from is a jake fam I kept my head down like a exam I get a bite like a ten man I beat the stocks on anyone's block couldn't care less about a next gang Fearless like Jet Li I could spin on man right now and really show man about quick feet It's peak if your legs turn jelly No you ain't bad, you're history's empty The gandem far from friendly Try pull up to this party and you can hold shots like entry [Hook: Tugz, Jimmy] I can do it any atire Heat for the war, plenty of fire Heat on the park, plenty of fire Pinocchio peak, plenty of liars In this bag there's plenty of dinners Where I'm from there's plenty of drillers It could be you who's approaching a dinger These doors get popped for being in a mixer I can do it any atire Heat for the war, plenty of fire Heat on the park, plenty of fire Pinocchio peak, plenty of liars In this bag there's plenty of dinners Where I'm from there's plenty of drillers It could be you who's approaching a dinger These doors get popped for being in a mixer [Interlude 1: Tugz] Whole'eap of badman round yuh suh Jimmy they thought hey what's gwaning bro? [Verse 3: Jimmy] Three double O I will fuck off Dings back dem ridge back on speshy Back then it was Rambo blades down leg in the T we'd grab behind the settee I already told man if you buck into gang then you'll hear sirens and hellis 'nough times I tried to hit the belly Now my belly still feels empty [Interlude 2: Jimmy] Yo Tugz what you telling me man what's the latest? [Verse 4: Tugz] My man standing with a screwface hand in his bag he's never gone skits So me and my bro patted him down man come to realise that he's only got LYNX Hand in his bag bro heaching weary, hmm funny idea Don't let me slap this car into gear Then start G checking man out the gear [Interlude 3: Tugz, Jimmy] Oi listen, I just went straight past the strip Down here low, took a next left You know another left and that I'm gonna spin this whip Ay hurry up man Oi cuz I just pulled up by retreat cage innit Come outside man don't take long cah I need to cut [Hook: Tugz, Jimmy] I can do it any atire Heat for the war, plenty of fire Heat on the park, plenty of fire Pinocchio peak, plenty of liars In this bag there's plenty of dinners Where I'm from there's plenty of drillers It could be you who's approaching a dinger These doors get popped for being in a mixer [Outro] G way or no way