Lyrics

[Intro - J Spades] Ladi dadi (Slick Rick) We likes to party We don't cause trouble We don't bother nobody (the beatboss) [Verse 1 - 2Pac] Blackcotton, steady stressin',Smith & Wessons, count my blessings Classis in session: the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave? Never got paid but still we slave (in the nine tre') Answer that, then answer this too Love's gonna get ya, you know it's true – life's a bitch, true? You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter, G? Black cat got your tongue? Fat track got you sprung, now you're hung? Do ya feel me? Dum dum diddy, is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace, then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seein' bodies on the streets deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies – POOF! We used to have troops, but now there's no more youth to shoot God, come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (in God's eyes) [Verse 2 - J Spades] Head Nigga in Charge East London, call me big darg Where I come from, niggas don't live long Had to sell drugs for my income Spent ten years in Kingston Then I catch a flight, come-a England Name ring bells like ding dong Cause I'm stepping on the city like King Kong Yo, rappers wanna link up Boy, you're doing everyting wrong Millions of bars on the F64s But you can't make a big song Now it's my phone them a ring, don Tryna get my style and my lingo Cause the word on the roads is Spades gonna blow And they're waiting for my single Nigga lick the jackpot like bingo Popping like Pringles Beating up your gyal when you link up Cause bad bitches are in tow Now you know I'm old school like Flintstones Now you know how the ting go Well my niggas let the ting go Everybody haffi breeze like window [Verse 3 - Wiley] I walk in like who disagrees I'mma KOG for anybody in the scene I'mma stay '03 cos I was bobby with a dream But now its a reality bob and then I weave You do grime but stop it when I breath I go to the gym and I feel like rocky when I leave Man feel stocky when I leave Don't won't ever sound sloppy when I speak I'm wrecking on the beats Sour sweet I do the same thing for the whole of the week Said I ain't King them man have got a cheek Star in the game me I never had a peak All I really gotta do is get a bit psycho Give out the riddims to the DJ's I know Then I come back in a couple of months check reports and infos to power like hypo I should have GREY HAIR the way I work every hour that God sends I got a gyal from all over odd ends That's why I go straight to where the job sends All over England the top ends The middle and the bottom won't stop when Man step into a brace with the thugs dem Riddims and producer top ten Chop dem run up in the place like what then Them lickle dibby Mic styles man a man already got them Too man bull in a de pen I gotta stop them Take pics I don't like them I crop them Too pure in the game so when I come across another artist I can't knock them If I see a kid who don't know jack shit Tell him put down the knife and the Glock them Ramp or skid on the riddim skate around tracks I cling to the riddim I wanna sound right on the riddim Run up on a spitter and light upa riddim I'm tight on a riddim Ca man a top flight on a riddim MC s wanna fight on a riddim Yeh its what I'm like on the riddim Man a do it like swoosh Nike on a riddim [Outro - J Spades] Ladi dadi (Slick Rick) We likes to party We don't cause trouble We don't bother nobody (the beat boss)