LISTEN UP

[Deleted member 6164]

I told bro that we're going on the scariest ride
And I ain't talking about no rides in Thorpe Park
You say you done this and you say you done that
Guess what little man? You're a talker (Your chatting)
I get pushed up front with my broski
And they get pushed right back like Walker (Dickhead)
Juice man down on the back road with my Rambo
And rinse that with water (Rinse that)
Don't cross this border
As soon as you step into Broadwater Farm
You're getting dussed out in order (Where you going?)
And we camp with the corn by the bushes
So don't ever think that you can walk past (No you can't)
I follow the money, no stopping
So I guess you could call me a stalker (I'm a stalker)
Pull up, jump out and we're letting the tool blast (Bow Bow)
Man's knees deep in it
And there's no way that I'll ever back down (Never)
My nigga made so many bands in the crack house
And he's still gotta count up these pounds
Bucked armed Jakes on the high road
I told bro we gotta go back right now (Right now)
Four pedal bikes, four Rambos
And that's everytime that we ride 'round town