Tyrone Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Tyrone Yeah Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, bitches, soldiers Yeah [Chorus] In the dance and the Magnum popping Big zoot puffing, behind the decks I'm ducking I can see the bouncer looking Don't wanna get kicked out of my booking One time, did get chucked out My friend did try stick a foot in It's a shame cuh everybody's looking I'm Black Rambo Entertainment so I'm not fussing [Verse] And now my bredrin's switching and cussing It's not a ting cuh the rave's soon doneing I specialise inna doing dumb things like Hardcore fucking and getting good cooking Still go to the yard shop and get mutton I'm putting in brushwork I see pussyholes preeing and looking but not saying nothing, that's Why I'm acting a prick and laughing Don't lose your hat and start chatting and gassing Don't mess up the pattern Got more bars, selecky, don't jack 'em Put voodoo in my bars so then I kill anybody that's catting Got waves, hair so long, if I comb it Backward, I'm plaiting, that's not gonna happen I specialise inna putting my durag on Like say that I'm David Beckham Lyrical skill is a lyrical weapon, for anybody stepping Mandem were chatting that shit and petting But you ain't got a weapon All you've got is a DJ who will smash man's head and I reckon if you wasn't with him More time on the road then you would've got a wetting I specialise inna sussing out haters Drawing them out cuh they're not confessing Show, book the hotel, man have gotta check in Gotta get that bread in Look at the way I'm lyrically stretching myself To a place nobody's ever getting, that's why man are stressing How many niggas who work at night Got black guys begging? That's why I'm copping Might do a bit of work and then go shopping At the end of the day, I'm still not robbing But back inna the day when I never had nothing I was looking at my creps that myself was bussing Nowadays, look inna the mirror at my normal shoes Thinking I could have rock it to clubbing Got a whole heap of ting in my manager's yard that cost me nothing Don't push your luck cuh the bookie might book him But it's my own fault cuh my uncle told me that I shouldn't trust him But I still didn't listen [?] durag, that's a limited edition All I wanna do is just get this chicken Not chase after gyal or women, not a PPC ting Inna my gang, we chase money, stay winning Look sharp, dodge prison, no -ism and -schism inna dis ting I'm a young man and I'm on a mission I'm very skilled at the making the people Listen to the riddim and me whilst spitting I'm a lyrically dan man, not a prang man Send for the rope, hang man something like prison, it's Not my fault that your lyrical's bitten, I'm LeX Luther with a capital X Strong from the beginning, definitely not fibbing, got my Durag on, for the niggas who are looking all busted Get a durag, stay winning I'm kidding, do you think I could ever be slipping? Got my Dogs with me and I don't mean Pippin Turn pedigrees for the waste boy who's twisting his face like It's Wray-Wray he's sipping Got my silk durag with a perfect fitting Looking like A$AP Ferg with the sauce all dripping Dun know what type of zoots he's twisting, yeah [Chorus] In the dance and the Magnum popping Big zoot puffing, behind the decks I'm ducking I can see the bouncer looking Don't wanna get kicked out of my booking One time that I did get chucked out My friend did try stick a foot in It's a shame cuh everybody's looking I'm Black Rambo Entertainment so I'm not fussing