startrack riddim - south central (grime) lyrics
[intro]
jiveman, brakeman, pest man, desperado, sgt. stats, solo, snakeyman, jaygo, saber, young one, rampage
ironsoul on production
this is a south central entertainment
it’s a brand new chapter
i’m gon’ murder every p*ssyclart one ah dem
[chorus: jiveman]
don’t come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a gangster, don’t do it
you don’t wanna come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a hustler, don’t do it
you ain’t never seen none of that
thug life, you ain’t never done none of that, don’t do it
rudeboy, just relax
or you’ll get breezеd at with an axe, so
don’t come around herе giving big boy talks
like you’re a gangster, don’t do it
you don’t wanna come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a hustler, don’t do it
you ain’t never seen none of that
thug life, you ain’t never done none of that, don’t do it
rudeboy, just relax
or you’ll get breezed at with an axe
[verse 1: brakeman]
i don’t beg friend, i’m not neeky
i ain’t gonna rely on you to feed me
i can’t trust dem man, they move too neeky
gotta take care ’cause the roads ain’t easy
too many straps on the roads, sh*t’s greazy
man can get took out easy peasy
they’re not greazy, don’t act greazy
headtop get l!ck off easy
[verse 2: pest man]
oi, brakes, what’s he talking ’bout?
showed him the eight, now he’s walking out
on my ends, you can’t walk about
too many snakes and fakes, youngers gotta sort ’em out
outline with chalk, then bounce
i’ve got my big chrome ting, bring your daughters out
you should have thought about it; banged next man? i doubt it
when you hear the big bars, you better shout it
[verse 3: desperado]
don’t come ’round me, i’m a bit rowdy
i’m in the game for me, i’ll say it out loudly
f*ck up anywhere i go, i’ll say it proudly
when i listen to the radio, i hear man sound clowny
i’m telling you, don’t come near me
i’m saying it clearly: make everybody here fear me
i keep on hearing on the roads that
certain man wanna tear me
[verse 4: sgt. stats]
i’m not into the politics
if you’re not playing my tracks, the dj better not bother mix
tryna be on top of this
top of the lot, top of the list, no stopping this sargeant
not a deacon, you can put a lock on this
i’m a g, watch a g put a lock on this
sgt., rep south east where little kids
run up in your crib if you slip just a little bit
[verse 5: solo]
fam, let’s be honest
you don’t want your headback runny like cornmeal porridge
flip, solo’s lost it
them guys cheese me off like they’re wotsits
so which one of you wanna play?
solo be up inna your face like pas de fumer
i’ll be on you, call me a duvet
buss your head with the bottleneck of the alizé
[verse 6: snakeyman]
all your dubplates are moist
spit in the rave, blud, you’re moist
in the ends, blud, you’re moist
moist, moist, moist
moist, wet
soggy, drenched
dripping
rudeboy, coming against me? you must be slipping
[chorus: jiveman]
don’t come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a gangster, don’t do it
you don’t wanna come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a hustler, don’t do it
you ain’t never seen none of that
thug life, you ain’t never done none of that, don’t do it
rudeboy, just relax
or you’ll get breezed at with an axe, so
don’t come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a gangster, don’t do it
you don’t wanna come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a hustler, don’t do it
you ain’t never seen none of that
thug life, you ain’t never done none of that, don’t do it
rudeboy, just relax
or you’ll get breezed at with an axe
[verse 7: jaygo]
like, where would you place me?
flow’s one of the best so where would you place me?
i outshine the rest, is that why you hate me?
you wanna be my friend with intentions to snake me
’cause i get money, get girls
jump whips up and down, shot green, no bells
got a name on road and i ain’t been jail
if they hate on me, n****s better need help
[verse 8: doni rampage]
nah, it’s not a game
you’ll get magged with the mag in your brain
you’ll get clapped with the steel, no stain
you’ll get cracked with the true cocaine
stuff it up your nose, right to the brain
yo, pass the can of propane
when i say the new catchphrase
rampage, so what, on the roads, on the mains
[verse 9: youngs teflon]
back to the end of the road
what would you rather, your friends or your bro?
if you wanna bang to the end, let me know
six foot deep, no, ten feet below
kids look deep at the semi, it blow
i’ll leave you in [?] below
attitude stinks, it’s smelly, you know
if it’s on, then it’s on, [?] y.o
[verse 10: yung saber]
there ain’t no punks around here
we’re all straight*up t’ugs around here
brakes is my older bro around here
don’t you know we shot chro around here
yeah, me and brakes flip dough around here
and i also roll with a pole around here
just in case there’s beef around here
and i have to kick out some t**th right here
[chorus: jiveman]
don’t come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a gangster, don’t do it
you don’t wanna come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a hustler, don’t do it
you ain’t never seen none of that
thug life, you ain’t never done none of that, don’t do it
rudeboy, just relax
or you’ll get breezed at with an axe, so
don’t come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a gangster, don’t do it
you don’t wanna come around here giving big boy talks
like you’re a hustler, don’t do it
you ain’t never seen none of that
thug life, you ain’t never done none of that, don’t do it
rudeboy, just relax
or you’ll get breezed at with an axe
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