July: Foul Moods

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Keep-keep keep your beady eyes peeled for police and roll that weed up So we can huff and puff minus the twigs and seeds, bruv Outside my boys mums' yard we grab some chairs and put our feet up As his mother was leaving she'd need some keys cut Little brothers and sisters watching me counting money They even steal from each other so there's no doubt they're hungry I can see the red in my eyes With a hi-fi stereo bumping Biggie's Ready To Die, turn it up now, nuff laa... Flavoured blunts get bunned down A lot of skunk and got the munchies, bopping to the drum sounds Serving in that tainted hallway, all day Signing walls with wet paint, signs that say "no ball games" Holey trackies nappy like my half platted afro As I plot the cash flow and watch my stash grow You know it's Oscar The Slouch, stuff a sock up in your mouth He's the popular Grouch, bad attitudes and foul moods [Hook] [Scratched: You think to know who you're fucking with now..] I hear them say I'm plain rude... [Scratched: It's the streets in me] I've never claimed it ain't true... [Scratched: Leave me the fuck alone] The very crude and unkind... [Scratched: I'm immune to this shit] Looking up at the sky, use the fun times to unwind [Verse 2] In July sunshine banging rampage scouts on a Oscar The Slouch got ya The talk of the town Shotting tickets until 3am Sleeping all day sometimes then wake up on the same flex No need to take a rain check Lure skets onto the cold steps, there's no bed, oh yes If it's sure sex, than pass the Durex, pure head from Smurfettes Check the different aspects of living rigid Knife to your dick and snatch your assets Mopeds, quad bikes, blue lights, dog fights Nice weather, ice lollies, water melons Filled with Ray and Nephews Skip all the questioning I'm just plain forgetful Disrespectful, drain the Rum and straight correct you The summer heats bunning the bottom of my feet All I need is some peace and I'm fucking complete Throw a pint of piss up in that bitches face For discriminating my origin or race Now go clean yourself up slut [Hook] [Scratched: Leave me the fuck alone] Fuck it, skin them L's up, bruv [Scratched: We all blaze...] Just crumble up a bag of black skunk and bill it backwards [Outro] Typhoons, 125 Galleras, flaming DNAs and scramblers Jacking CBRs, Ninjas and R1s No cover, bolt cutters, fat hammers, angle grinders Blood rush, your heart shudders, when you see that flash behind you Peddlers and pushers, young men dead from juking Secondary school hookers wearing boob tubes and pedal pushers Apparently my attitude is mad foul Waving a finger listening to Murda Muzik and Blackout! Hot cars, squat yards, shot glasses, dirty needles All nighter, the whole week, then release my bubble [??] You know me Oscar The Slouch, without a shadow of a doubt The most popular Grouch, bad attitude and foul moods