Whirlybird

Lyrics

[Intro] (Police radio chatter) (Nine one) [Verse 1: Pete] Yeah Call me Peter-chu the way I poke a man I've had a drink or two, don't provoke a man I got a stick with extendo clips and a red dot Watch it light up when I smoke a man I've been around the block like I'm a whirlybird I can afford to quit but I prefer to work And if you wanna come and meddle with the money I'll be gunning and committing an offense like a dirty word [Verse 2: Bas] And I'm a big bad wolf when I send the pack I red ride in the hood, I got plenty straps And if a pig kicks off, I load up the dot-dot Pop off the safety and empty that I just cut through blocks likе a lumberjack The new drop's tеn-ten, that's a wonder batch I just sparked the plug and then I robbed the food I got the fiends in shock like the Thundercats [Verse 3: Pete] I see three little piggies and I load the strap And then I huff and I puff and I blow the Mac I got a bird on the line with a load of back And if I make her cheeks clap, then I'm over that If she wanna bring her mate, then I'm banging her friend Then I'll be banging a blue pill, then banging again I got a spring in me step, a little money to spend I've just doubled the money then I double again [Verse 4: Bas] I've had enough of the talking and I'm ready to blow And if a fella wanna live, he better give me the dough He's got keys of the white on a major scale And I'ma nick 'em up sharp like an ebony note And I hope he don't sing to the men in the blue And if he does, no telling what I'm ready to do I'll have his face on the paper the following day And have his old bird up late, checking the news [Verse 5: Pete] I lost bets on a dog, got a bone to pick He gave a dodgy tip, so let me phone him quick I've gotta break both legs and dispose of him The thug life got an hold, I can't go legit I got me hand on the wheel, got the gear to shift I got great big sails, so I steer the ship A little drip of the rum, I'm gonna give it a sip And give the wife a little fiddle on her jiggly bits [Verse 6: Bas] I got my brand new boots and I'm breaking them in The steel toe works well when I'm kicking a chin I got the wife on the horn, and she's sipping the gin A little wood in me pecker and I'll be slipping it in Now I'm a demolition man when I'm breaking it down I'm chopping up another kilo round the back of the house And you don't wanna come and run up on the man of the match I'm strapped up in the manor with a gun in me gown [Verse 7: Pete] I'm strapped up in the manor with a slab in me titfer Quick doff of the cap and I'm popping a blister Just dropping a bag, then I'm banging his sister Shake a man's block, 'cause I'm top of the Richter Magazine teeth sting like the venom of a cobra Rover, hop in the Range, I'm coming over Chauffeur, taking her on a ride, bend her over Poke her, couple of seconds and then it's over [Verse 8: Bas] I said I pop downtown in a double-R phantom Bantam, and it's light work when I pound 'em Tandem, gun in each hand, and I bang 'em Sand 'em, chuck 'em in a bin, that's standard Evening, run up on a fella in the dark of the night Had a fella slipping like he's Dancing on Ice If he wanna serve up a slice on me doorstep Then a fella better give me half of the pie