[Verse 1]
I'm in the OT district so I gotta watch for a fed
Serving crack at the back of the cemetery, ain't no way that this rock is dead
Had me in jail, just sat on my bed
Now I'm fresh out of jail with a tag on my leg
Gotta watch out for the boys in blue, ah, I think that that's 'em ahead
You know what, don't think I'm stopping
Judge sent me jail, fuck him, swing it, got him
Hospital, somebody dropping, his mum's all sad we're popping
Bare man up at the party, man still go but we're bringing the steel there
My nitty ain't got no leg
But I still made him come to the block in a wheelchair
If I get touched then I don't ride back
Then somebody come, give mе a slap
Anytime I got that iPhone out in my cell, know I had to covеr the flap
My man thinks that he's bad but if you ask Trizz then I don't even reckon
Tell the cat "I'll be there in ten" but I got there quick, I was there in seven
I know when she's gonna throat me 'cause she turns her hair in a pony
I was gonna eat biscuits and tea in my cell
But the kettle was looking all mouldy
Dark and light in the parcel, you can call that shit mix-and-match
I was gonna watch a DVD in my cell
I was pissed that the disc was scratched
Told my mum that I won't sell drugs no more
But can't even lie, probably will though
I was in my cell, on the phone to a bitch
While she plays with herself with a dildo
If bro-bro wants to get a man down then of course I'm trying to help
Central Cee might lick that for you, fuck that bitch, go buy it yourself
Cold in my cell, had no heater, free bro-bro, he a corn beater
Always got gloves, goalkeeper, man's on the ball, no FIFA
Yeah we got slugs but we ain't got snails, we got cats but they ain't got tails
If the mandem ain't on the motorway then it's probably the Network Rail
Chase man down on the back street
How come you're running in gaffs and gardens?
Feds on me like I beg man pardon, hide in the bin like Laden
The bando door gets knocked
So you can never say that the cats don't visit me
Judge said I caused bare misery so a sentence is what man's giving me
Feds tryna lurk round my home 'cause we got crack like a broken iPhone
Say what I want, I ain't watching my tone
Beat that girl then she's going right home
Like yo, that's my bro-bro so for him I'll put on my kit
What you know about no Febreze in your cell
So you're pissed when your pad mate's bussing a shit?
[Chorus]
Just let me outta jail, slugs but we ain't got a snail
Cats but they ain't got a tail, man push crack on the Network Rail
And nitty ain't got like all of the bread so he's gotta go town and beg
Shotgun tucked by my knee, gotta watch cah I ain't tryna blow off my leg
Just let me outta jail, slugs but we ain't got a snail
Cats but they ain't got a tail, man push crack on the Network Rail
And nitty ain't got like all of the bread so he's gotta go town and beg
Shotgun tucked by my knee, gotta watch cah I ain't tryna blow off my leg
[Verse 2]
I ain't tryna blow off my leg
So man's gotta watch when I put it in the trousers
If I ain't got that ting, it's a shank, swing that ting like rounders
How can you talk on my name? LOL, what a bunch of clowners
Jump out the car, tryna leave man's kit red
Come like he play football with the Scousers
Heard there was bud hanging from the ceiling
Ran up in the crib and I took all that
Would tell the cat to jump in the car but he stinks like piss so fuck all that
Baddie wan' fuck but I don't wan' fuck, no, beg you just suck all that
Stepped in the bando, put it on the table, open a pack then cut all that
I told that ting "Send pics to the jail"
She said "How many?", I said "I'm not fussy"
Just send some pics of your pussy, make sure it's wet and gushy
Shit, Nokia keeps on ringing and the feds got it in the evidence bag
Anytime I link that ting, it's a condom ting cah I know she a definite slag
Like we all know that you're a baddie, how about get out your fanny?
Cats link me with their hands all scabby, hit that one in the alley
What you know about fed car just got smoked
But you go back round, go smoke it again?
Heard that the bando just got boomed but it's okay, we'll open again
And I got a bad B doing up moaning
She love play with the balls like bowling
Twenty-three hours a day in the South, trust me, it's far than a joke ting
I heard suttin got cheffed on the ends
And I heard it was Romz that done up the poking
They had me in the sweat box soaking, I was in the jailhouse coping
[Chorus]
Just let me outta jail, slugs but we ain't got a snail
Cats but they ain't got a tail, man push crack on the Network Rail
And nitty ain't got like all of the bread so he's gotta go town and beg
Shotgun tucked by my knee, gotta watch cah I ain't tryna blow off my leg
Just let me outta jail, slugs but we ain't got a snail
Cats but they ain't got a tail, man push crack on the Network Rail
And nitty ain't got like all of the bread so he's gotta go town and beg
Shotgun tucked by my knee, gotta watch cah I ain't tryna blow off my leg
