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who knows part deux - lee scott lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
westernize the gory sadhus in designer brand shoes
smelling like human ashes and hash fumes
bash tools on rocks, bad news for cops
drooling as we pass jewellery shops
lose the watch, cause time doesn’t exist here
just sip your beer and wait for the mist to clear
light years pass we’re still right here smashed
ignorance makes up for what me idea lacks
the only time i left was to find me a brass
start a riot and laugh until i cry, tear gas
i don’t have a lot of cash
i relate to heads that occupy blocks of flats that wobble when lorries pass
i don’t give a h*ll, i’m a f*cking boss like stringer bell
talking in me sh*ll
a bag of skunk, used to do what orangeade did for kel
i wish you well, but i lose you like the plot
you think i’m acting crazy?
i refuse to follow the jewels i drop back to safety
’cause i’m a ladies’ man like patrick swayze
with a bag of magic in me hand, man
abrakadabra the children of the d*mned clan

[chorus]
what’s going on laa? who knows?
what’s he saying? no kid!
who knows?
who knows?
who knows?
[verse 2]
i’m like gumo and woodrows weirdo (?)
appear slow, even look melancholy when i’m jolly
tuck your chain, it’s not a threat
i’m just lugubrious like little ugly main
how can you be this boss? pop garys and rehe*rs*
do a rick ross impression when you’re practicing your verse while i slap you in reverse
telling on yourselves, might as well just mumble your words into the mics under your shirts
(?)
raising a glass of oj with henny in
like, is it the cocaine we’re peddling?
i’m replying with, you don’t say to everything
complete scumbag, but in me own way, a gentleman
i’ve done nothing for the whole day but get it in
and when i’m stacking and nothing feels real
i still won’t front on a two for one meal deal
cause cash rules, and it’s bad news
when your new crews jealous of your last crews tattoos
but the magazines will still say you k!lled it
i heard you spit some ill sh*t and it was still sh*t

[chorus]
what’s going on laa? who knows?
what’s he saying? no kid!
who knows?
who knows?
who knows?
who knows?
who knows?
who knows?

- lee scott lyrics

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