Hot Ones (O.G'z Madness)

Lyrics

[Intro: Blacks] Yeah, I'm [Verse: P Money, Blacks & Little Dee] I'm parring it That last one that was a par, innit? Nah I'm only joking, I'm just parring it You don't wanna fight me, you're just barring it Wow, that was a par, innit? Mike said that your breath was parring it What time is it, can I keep on parring it? Why did you bring me here? I should have parred it Man don't wan' ring me, I will par it Shoot man in the legs, smile and par it Man can't diss me and think I will bar it I will take it to the max and par it Jam knows I'm the best in the clique More time just sit back and I par it Hear so many MCs on radio Sometimes I think, why are they tryna par it? Woah, okay This guy thinks I'm a prick okay Ain't gonna say nutting but okay Cos he's not sick he's just okay I don't know why them man wanna act sick On a set then assume everything's okay When a man cats me I don't get mad I'm just like right, safe, cool, okay Then I flip like, who said it's okay? 22 shots in your head's okay Man said he's gonna kill me on the MSN So I typed back and I wrote "lol okay" Man must think that I fight okay Them man are still on the hype, okay Came in the room, got a KO Now man's asking him if he's okay Yeah, it's the kid from the telly Eyes too big for his belly No guy's too big for the semi Eightball, Rizla, cig and I'm ready After, I sip on the Henney Had your wife on the phone like "Oi Littlez, come round quick when you're ready" Yeah, I ain't been writing much Been picking up weight, not dieting much But I'm back now, OG'z all over the map now Two double O nine, I rap now See mainstream money, it's that now Get fat now Like get out the booth, get a job now Your girl's on my dick, get her off now Armani and Hugo Boss now Like what d'you expect from a boss now? Look how many man's trying Don't violate me, fam it won't work Cock back the pump and see how it works BOY! That's how it works Got one ting that will rock and roll Earth So I don't care about too many man Becuh', becuh', got a new heater I'll leave man dead on the speaker In a war ting don't bring me to feature One in a chest piece, one in a neck Holding the ting like "Fam, who's next?" Fake grime artists getting me vexed Watch when I catch him, oi fam he's next Man I'll stand over him then boom in the neck Pepper him up with shots in the leg Like "Yeah, still holding the mash again" A'ight, safe Who told this guy me and him's safe? 22 shots in your head for the safe Walk of cas' like cool, safe A'ight, seen Who told this guy he's in the scene? 22 shots, bare bodies on the scene Now man is on the ten o'clock news, seen A'ight cool Who told this guy me and him's cool? 22 shots in your head ain't cool If you still wanna get that then cool A'ight, blessed What made you think everything's blessed? 22 shots in your forehead's blessed Now you can tell everyone you're blessed Yeah, yeah, I'm OG'd off Wooly hat and an OG top You're rolling off, one sweep Your Rollie's off You don't know these dogs Some dangerous pitbull can't Control these lot, OG'z We got the whole street locked Patrol these blocks? Hold shots like Chelsea's goalie got Check one, skunk coming out Of the left lung, grade from the other Move back, pull out the flame and you're smothered I've got cake, not cutter Phone me, 'cause they ain't bussed Since O 3, money on my mind You know me, know yourself OG'z hold the belt They can't clash me I'll bury them, can't bite me I'll bun them, no joke ting 'Til the pumpy bun them I will five, four, three, two, one them Even Jendor knows we were done then Can't take all this BS from them I will turn stone cold and stun them Man can't move [?], tell 'em move funk I don't care 'bout none of these chumps Bare man pulled up but they're all punks Man wanna bite me 'til I draw pumps Don't think you and your best friend's hard I'll spray up your marge's yard One of them little kids are gonna get parred Don't push me off 'cause it won't be bars I'll let P start smashing up cars If man's talking Like he's a shooter Wait here, I'll get the shooter Come back with P letting of a ruga Head scattered, somebody get a hoover Naturally cold, them man need a tutor Moving bent, go and get a ruler Gassed up playing too much computer Man said "''llow it", what a loser Fool, you're on a cute ting Man disagrees, man get a muting Come to your rave blacked out on a crew ting Straight to the door, it's not a queue ting Bouncers are hyping, I'll remove him Backseat's full up, so it's a boot ting After the rave, bare cars get taken Now for you it's a bus or a shoe ting Who are you talking to? D'you know who you're talking to? I'm not in a talking mood Don't talk hard unless you're talking food Rare, rare, rare Rah, rah, rah Ah, you're one of them talking dudes Your talk is cheap My talk is truth We talk with heat You talk in the booth